Man that Sucks

It’s nice to have a place to whine about being a single mother…I so hate whining.

For starters, I’ve been consumed all day with the thought that I missed my daughter’s “special day”. In preschool this is like being president for the day even though it’s only 2 hours. The honorary child gets to bring the treat and drinks for the class and something special from home to talk about.

I completely missed it and now I’m haunted by the expression on her face when the teacher asked where her stuff was. I hate that picture. And I hate appearing to be the single mom that sends her child to school unprepared.

I mean, I barely get myself ready and to work on time. Add in getting a 5 year old ready and it’s any wonder I leave the house with clothes on.

Eat your food, brush your teeth, hey brush your teeth, why’d you spill water all over, no I’m not mad, change your clothes, where’s your backpack, don’t forget your piano books, put your coat on, no you can’t wear lip gloss even though you’re bigger than you were yesterday, get in the car, buckle up, yes the door is closed you won’t fall out like you did in your nightmare…yes you can wear lipgloss when you’re big…I mean older, no not when you’re 6, maybe when you’re 66…

True, I found the note a week after her “special day”. Didn’t help when I asked her what happened.

“We didn’t have any snacks because you forgot my special day mommy.”

“What? No snacks at all?”

“No, because I was supposed to bring them and we didn’t.”

What? Great, so I ruined the day for a bunch of preschoolers. There should be a law against that.

I am glad she missed taking something to school though. She tends to name all of her creatures names like Pink and Sweatshirt, obviously she thinks we are named by whatever we are wearing or look like.

I won’t miss it again. Of course, preschool is almost over. I might call the teacher and ask for a do-over…please?