My daughter is dancing in two numbers and the finale. She will be on stage for a grand total of approximately seven minutes.
And this is one activity for one kid. I have three kids!
Mamas, come on. How are you doing it? You cheating somehow? How do you always know the color of the week? How do you know which day book orders are due? How do you know which teacher to avoid next year? How do you know when the park hosts the free craft class? How do you know when soccer signups are and what churches have bible camps this summer and when the safety patrol meeting is and how to enroll in the library summer reading challenge?
How do you know it all? All the time? There are so… many… papers. What sorcery are you dipping into?
These are not rhetorical questions. I am a smart woman, but I cannot retain this information. I have a master’s degree but I cannot master our family calendar. I have a director-level position at work, but I cannot direct my 6-year-old as to what day he is supposed to bring a beach ball to school.
You know what? I don’t even want to know. But know this: I commend you.
And I will continue to nag the shit out of you for all of the answers for the rest of our time together.