I have no freakin’ idea where Waldo is because I don’t have time to look for him, never mind time to blog about it. I don’t know where I am at this point. Despite that I’ve finished both the 5th grade yearbook and the school literary journal, I still have, between now and June 23: four Brownie events (a meeting, a bridging to Juniors, a trip to an animal shelter, and–help me now–an outing to a water park); finish the 5th grade slide show (you would think that by the 40th time I’d run through the movie, I’d stop tearing up; you’d be wrong); volunteer at field day; attend Doodles’s viola recital; host my monthly movie night; attend the 5th grade “Celebration of Learning” (don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry); attend a baby shower; get children to soccer games, movie outings, math class, laser craze; and, oh, my darling daughter said to me this morning, “I hope you don’t mind, but you know that trivia bee I’m organizing at school”–my daughter may have inherited a gene or two from me; she went to the town trivia bee, loved it, and she and a friend decided to put one on at the school for 2nd through 4th graders–“I hope you don’t mind, but I volunteered you to help out at it.”
Did I mention I’m rewriting my novel? Because, yeah, I’m doing that too.
So when you don’t hear from me until June 23 (last. day. of. school!!!!), you’ll know why. I owe you some good stories. I’ll make them up. Promise.
You’re the mother my children always wanted.