As a mom I feel it’s my job to make sure my girls are never embarrassed by showing up unprepared. If its library day at school – it’s my job to remember to pack the library book Sierra borrowed the week before to return, etc… I know at some point that I will need to transition that responsibility to her – but she’s only 4. Over the next few years I’ll slowly introduce her to the process of thinking about what she’ll need for the day. That said I’m also all for tough love – having her show up empty handed a few times will reinforce that the ultimate responsibility is hers, though she’s still a bit young for that.
This week my responsibility was Valentine’s Day. More specifically to make sure Sierra and Brooke had Valentine’s Day cards to hand out to all of their friends. This seemingly simple task is complicated by the fact that Sierra needed to bring cards to both her daycare class, and her Kindergarten class. (She goes to full day Kindergarten Tues/Thurs and generally every other Friday). Her schedule is a little wonky to say the least. I needed to make cards for close to 50 kids for Sierra and another 21 kids in Brooke’s daycare class. Due to the volume of cards, I didn’t even bother addressing the cards – I simply wrote “To My Friend”. Now this where we get to how mommy screwed up.
Wednesday night at 11 pm, I was dog tired from 3 busy week nights but I was up in my PJ’s addressing cards, slipping tattoos into the corners of the cards and taping heart-shaped lollipops to the cards. The Type-A part of my personality simply won’t allow me to just have the kids show up with the bare minimum of what’s required for the event. Oh no – they need to have the best cards and something a little extra for their friends. On his way to bed hubby hugged me good night and I got all pissy on him. Why should I be up doing this while he gets to sleep? They’re his kids too! Anyways, he goes and looks at the schedule and tells me that Sierra has Kindergarten (big school) on Friday. This meant that all of the three Valentine’s Day parties were going to be on Friday and none of the cards were due the next day. I happily packed everything up, went to bed and didn’t give it anymore thought – I finish all of the cards Thursday night.
The schedule Sierra’s Kindergarten teacher sent home was wrong and Brooke’s class changed their schedule… both of their class parties were on Thursday. Only Sierra’s daycare class party was Friday.
Both girls came home sad Thursday night – ‘cause mommy screwed up Valentine’s Day. Sigh – this parenting gig would be a hell of a whole lot easier if the school and daycare would at least send home accurate schedules.