That is just one of those pregnancy moment ... it isn't where the Calgon comes into play.
In typical Leanne-fashion I procrastinated. I knew where all the documentation for *C's* screening was. SS card and birth certificate locked-up in our firebox, proof of residency in the office-filing cabinets, report from preschool teacher in his school folder in the kitchen. Yep - would take me 5 minutes to round it all up.
An hour before we were supposed to be at the school I opened up the firebox to discover the birth-certificate was AWOL. So I went into panic mode. I searched the home-office... nope... I looked in the lock-box /a few times/... nope... I searched kitchen drawers ... nope. I still don't have an answer. At the screening I had to hang my head in shame and say it was missing and I would get a new one ASAP. After much tsk-tsking from the secretary I think I made it apparent I KNEW it was important. Sigh...
So *C* was in one room talking to different teachers: assessing shapes, alphabet, rhyming, typical pre-k type of stuff. I'm in another filling out paper-work out the ying-yang. Then comes the page, "Please remit a check for $X amount TODAY for all-day kindergarten." (Yes, our school district requires a hefty amount of money - like over $1k, sickening - for full-day kindergarten, half-day is free.) I didn't bring the check-book. So once again ... I had to hang my head to tell the gals I don't have a checkbook. She told me I had enough time to run home and get it. So I ZOOMED home. Grabbed the checkbook. ZOOMED back to the school where *C* still was. All the while berating myself for forgetting.
So there is two strikes. 1) Birth Certificate and 2) Checkbook.
Here comes Strike 3.
Every Monday I pick *E* and our neighbor up from school. They are one of the last stops on the bus-route (and yet one of the first in the morning! Go figure.) I do Monday pick ups and my neighbor does Thursdays. It's just our way of letting the kids have an extra 30 to 40 minutes in the afternoon two days a week. Usually, I leave here around 3:20pm, get there around 3:25, and the doors open at 3:35. I HATE being late for ANYTHING. At 3:33, as I sat on my comfy couch, working away, *C* playing on the wii, I realized I needed to pick up the kids today. Ya, that did wonders for my blood-pressure...
So we ZOOMED. Arriving at the school around 3:40. (Parents that aren't there by 3:45 are called to the office and have to pay for an hour of latchkey.) We made it by the skin of our teeth. As I peeked my head around the corner I saw my *E* standing REAL close to our neighbor-friend, lower lip trembling. But he held strong and was glad to see me.
SO... I think I'm going to call this day quits. I suppose I will have to make dinner. Then I am going to find the bathtub, a good magazine and forget today. Tomorrow will be brand new, right!? :) AMEN!
- Leanne from MilitaryAvenue.com