Yesterday it took me not one, not two but THREE Tries to get all the proper “proof of residence” paperwork to The Boy’s school in order to register him for Kindergarten this fall.
Admittedly, I had an off morning.
But in my defense I did speak to someone regarding this matter two weeks ago.
Clearly I did not ask the right questions.
I was ill informed……
Apparently so was she.
I missed my workout with the Linebacker (because I had to stand in line three times) and the security guard at the school thinks I’m a nut but The Boy is registered.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, later that morning, I was one of the library mom’s at his school. It wasn’t until I was on the bus home from an afternoon meeting that I realized I had called the other library mom by the wrong name the entire time we were together.
MORTIFIED. MORTIFIED. MORTIFIED.
I emailed her to apologize — and she was very nice about it.
She shares her last name with a friend of mine in Philadelphia—it was an honest mistake.
An embarrassing one, but an honest one.
I really need my brain back.
The Girl is sleeping through the night.
I suppose it’s only a matter of time.
Love much,
Xob
hillarious!