Don’t mind me, I’m just polishing my trophy
Earlier today (and without even trying) I managed to beat out what I can only assume was some fairly stiff competition for the dubious title of worst mother EVER. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with this gaudy, glittery thing, and this may be the one award I hope I’m not the owner of for very long. (As you can see from my title the upkeep on it is ridiculous!) Just in case you were thinking of giving me a run for the money, let me share the secrets of my success:
V’s kindergarten concert was this afternoon; she’s been practicing for weeks and was super excited about it. Being this was a school thing it was held during school hours – funnily enough, those hours happen to coincide with my work hours, which is not terribly conducive to my actually working. Luckily enough I was working at my office that’s located 7 minutes from V’s school (as opposed to the one 50+ minutes away), and I figured popping out for the half hour concert wouldn’t be earth-shattering. So with 1 minute to spare I slid in to an empty seat in the gym and watched and cheered and took pictures.
When it was all over the teachers made the announcement that they would take the children back to the classrooms and if the parents wished to take them home they would have to follow the normal sign-out procedure. I got a moment with V in the hall as she headed back to class and explained that I needed to go back to work, so she was going to head over to the daycare and then one of us would pick her up at the normal time. And that’s what we did. She trudged off to class, me to my cube.
I’d gotten 15 minutes of work in when the daycare called. It turns out V was the only child who went to daycare after school.The ONLY freaking child. NINETEEN other children did not. 17 other parents were clearly NOT the worst parents EVER. Nope, it was my kid sad and alone in her daycare while all her other friends headed home with their folks. Needless to say I shot out of that office like a bullet.
Now I’m just trying to figure out how to make it up to her. Think she’d like a pony?