My kids are not what you might call "organized"
Now, I wouldn't call them scatter-brained (most days) but I wouldn't be too upset if someone else did...
The last week of school is always full of fun activities - and somehow that last week crept up on me like a big Anaconda. We're now down to 2.5 days of "fun, fun, fun" and I'm exhausted. (I'm also a little freaked out at the thought of completing all of this from the interior of an Anaconda)
Pirate Day... the bus comes at 8:30... at 7:30 we're scrounging through boxes of Halloween costumes because I KNOW we've got a pirate costume... and ta'dah... we find it, with seconds to spare. Note to self as they walk out the door: wash the costume before putting it back in the box... hopefully nobody noticed that smudge on the shirt that looks like she had an incontinent parrot on her shoulder.
Hawaiian Day... at 7:55 I got asked where the Hawaiian shirts were that I sewed for the girls last summer... ummm.... *Lots of Scrambling* and they were off to school dressed in bright prints with shell necklaces. I even found my muumuu and wore it when I went later to teach the art class and help with Shaved Ice treats.
Concerts... luckily I found out about the concert via e-mail the day before, otherwise I have to wonder how that all would have gone... "Oh yeah mom... the big concert is tonight, in like 7 minutes, could you stop making dinner and run me up to the school?"
Movie Day Treats... 8:15 - Mom, we can bring treats to school to share today... (ummm, yeah, I'm not a nice enough mom to put them in the car and buy something yummy on the way to school...) I opened the cupboard ONCE and stated that if she wanted, there was enough time to pop a bag of popcorn.
Pajama Day (that's today) - I was SO on top of it... I knew about this day - we picked out the pajamas she was going to wear... and I washed them. Or so I thought...
Somewhere in my pain medicated, muscle relaxed stupor of last night we found out that the favorite Jammies were not clean... So Veggie Teen put a small load in the was for me since I was unconscious on the couch. I dragged myself off the couch long enough to tell him to put them in the dryer, brush my teeth, and lay down on the bed. (Really I'm fine... pulled a muscle... no worries)
When I woke up this morning? The pajama pants are in the dryer - the shirt? on the floor next to a note from M "Please clean thes pants and shrit for pigama Day. Tank you"... oops.
Fastest load takes 23 minutes - and the dryer got it MOST of the way dry before she had to put it on... good thing the sun has come out...
I'm THAT mom... the one who doesn't know what's going on at the school... the one whose kid shows up in pajamas on hawaiian day (okay, not quite...)
and the thing is... I know that when we clean out backpacks on Wednesday after school... I will find a well written note, complete with a chart, detailing what special days are happening at school...
Today I'm just hoping that by "My teacher said we could bring ANY stuffed animal to school today" that she didn't mean "Mom, I lost the note because it actually said the stuffed animal shouldn't be larger than the student"... I'd show you a picture... but I'm only awake long enough to get this typed... I think I'm tired again - I only got 15 hours of sleep last night.