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Thursday
Nov082007
There's a first time for everything
Thursday, November 8, 2007 at 5:13PM
Today I did something I ain't nevah done before. I skipped one of my kids school things.
1of3 joined the choir at school when he found out they didn't offer band until 7th grade (which is totally obnoxious; I mean, the kid was 1st chair in 2nd grade. Come off it, people. He can play.) He's digging it so far, and today they had a Remembrance day celebration at school. The choir performed.
This was a school performance, and no flyers came home about it or anything, and I only knew about it because he told me about it, and the secretary at the school didn't even know what time the choir was performing when I called today to find out about it.
I'm sure I would have been the only parent there if I did go. The thing is, though, that he asked to me come and was excited for me to be there, and the fact that I was really super tired this morning and am working on one of my infamous migraines today and that I couldn't even make it to the shower before 9:30 this morning are all just excuses; I just didn't feel like going. And so I didn't.
I shuffle them around every day to swimming or to hockey or to the grocery store or the book store or wherever it is they have to be, and today, well, I just said Screw It. I said I wanted to watch Lost. In my sweatpants. Without any makeup on. Without brushing my hair. You'd think this would be totally liberating.
It is not totally liberating. I feel absolutely horrible about it.
Today, I decided to take an hour all to myself to do absolutely nothing, and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. The house is still a mess and my hair is still not brushed and I don't have even one poorly lit, slightly out of focus picture of my kid at his very first choir concert.
And even though he says he doesn't care, and that it's no big deal at all that I missed it, I can't help but think that somewhere, deep down, he learned today that mom doesn't always come through like she says she will, and that today I disappointed him.
But that first season of Lost....how have I gone this long without it?
1of3 joined the choir at school when he found out they didn't offer band until 7th grade (which is totally obnoxious; I mean, the kid was 1st chair in 2nd grade. Come off it, people. He can play.) He's digging it so far, and today they had a Remembrance day celebration at school. The choir performed.
This was a school performance, and no flyers came home about it or anything, and I only knew about it because he told me about it, and the secretary at the school didn't even know what time the choir was performing when I called today to find out about it.
I'm sure I would have been the only parent there if I did go. The thing is, though, that he asked to me come and was excited for me to be there, and the fact that I was really super tired this morning and am working on one of my infamous migraines today and that I couldn't even make it to the shower before 9:30 this morning are all just excuses; I just didn't feel like going. And so I didn't.
I shuffle them around every day to swimming or to hockey or to the grocery store or the book store or wherever it is they have to be, and today, well, I just said Screw It. I said I wanted to watch Lost. In my sweatpants. Without any makeup on. Without brushing my hair. You'd think this would be totally liberating.
It is not totally liberating. I feel absolutely horrible about it.
Today, I decided to take an hour all to myself to do absolutely nothing, and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. The house is still a mess and my hair is still not brushed and I don't have even one poorly lit, slightly out of focus picture of my kid at his very first choir concert.
And even though he says he doesn't care, and that it's no big deal at all that I missed it, I can't help but think that somewhere, deep down, he learned today that mom doesn't always come through like she says she will, and that today I disappointed him.
But that first season of Lost....how have I gone this long without it?
Reader Comments (5)
Don't beat yourself up over this. None of us can be Supermom everyday.
You were good, I would have ripped the school a new one for not sending home advance notice in writing.
at least you didn't stumble into his performance 15 minutes late, drunk, in lingerie, holding up your lighter, requesting Freebird.
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Mr. Lady you are forgiven.
The first season Lost love has many victims....
You are not the last.
Are you still depressed that 3of3 is all growing up and stuff? That definitely calls for a TV on DVD marathon. 1of3 will be fine. Just make sure he knows YOU know that you didn't make it...
ARCI – NovBlow&Go
You write it, I read it!
Hit the reset button. You need a martini and a Quaalude. At least the world I’m riding on hasn’t come to a stop. You’re taking this too hard. You can’t be everywhere. Take it easy on yourself girlfriend.
I hope I’m helping and making you feel a little better even though I think what you did totally sucks. (I’m a shit – huh?)