I find myself being very self-deprecating lately, when something in our household goes wrong. I can often be caught saying “Oh well. Guess I’m not getting that ‘Mother of the Year’ award.” or “Sorry honey. There goes my nomination for ‘Best Wife’.” Seriously. Why do I do that? It’s not like I’m sitting around all day eating bon-bons and watching Oprah!
I was thinking it again the other day when The Goose talked about not having his lunch at school. School dismissal was early, and the school calendar said NO LUNCH for these days. Understood. Oops, maybe not. The Goose informed me that a fellow kindergartener shared his lunch, and his teacher gave him a juice and some chips since he didn’t have a lunch. HUH?? The damn calendar said NO LUNCH. I understand English pretty well, and took NO LUNCH to mean that the students were released for a half day and lunch was my problem. I was obviously wrong. NO LUNCH really means BRING ONE FROM HOME. Couldn’t they have just said that??
It’s times like this that I feel like an idiot and wonder why I’m so ineffective. Today, I stopped myself, and thought of all the crap I did over the past weekend. Here’s a recrap:
- 7 loads of laundry (thank goodness I have a laundry hamper. Or two. Or two dozen)
- cleaned the living room
- cleaned the dining room
- cleaned the kitchen
- cleaned the turtle tank
- went grocery shopping for 3 boys, a dog, a cat, 2 birds and myself
- sent my mom a package
- kept the family fed
- did some online work
And that’s just two days (with a head cold, by the way).
This all has reminded me of those cheesy Enjoli ads from the 70s and 80s. Check it out:
Good stuff. I’m still not going to win any “Mother of the Year” awards, but I’m probably not going straight to hell, either.
You didn’t grocery shop for the turtle as well? You’re going straight to hell.
You always make me laugh Keely! You’re right about me going straight to hell, but it probably won’t be for that. 😉