Today was picture day. My Kindergarten-attending daughter's first school pictures ever. I thought, how momentous! How exciting!
So what did I do this morning? I overslept. We rushed out the door after I hastily fixed her hair, brushed her teeth, got her things together although I forgot to put water in her water bottle.
Later that morning, her teacher called. "Hello, is this the wildly inept mommy* of Occidental Child?" asks she.
"Why yes!" I exclaimed, "That's me!"
"This is her teacher," said she. " Today is school picture day and I didn't see an order form in her bag. Perhaps you forgot to send it?"
"Yes, I forgot completely." (shrinks to 2-inches tall with shame. How could I forget?)
"I don't know how long the photographers will be here, but could you run it down to the school? They will take her picture but if you want any, they need your order form TODAY." **
"Okay, yes, thank you, will do..." (continues shrinking to nothing but a puddle of shamey shamefulness.)
*an exaggeration. She didn't characterize me that way, or any way at all.
** this sounds catty. She wasn't catty at all. I am paraphrasing.