Ugh, you guys! I am
over here lamenting because Micah's Star of the Week Poster is due on Monday.
It's this huge poster that goes into all kinds of detail about his favorite
movie, favorite food, favorite book and the like. He gets to hold it up in
front of the class and talk all about himself and what makes him so special.
So, his fancy poster
is due Monday and we're not done with it yet. There is still coloring to be
completed, photos to be printed and glued in place, and apple juice to be
purchased. Oh yeah, the Star of the Week is responsible for bringing in three
jugs of apple juice for the class. See how they get ya?
Micah's teachers
gave us this poster at the beginning of the school year, way back in September
when the sun was shining and I was naïve and optimistic about the level of
parental excellence I was going to achieve. Now that the temperatures have
cooled and my expectations have come down to earth, I'm panicking because I
still don't have that poster done.
Micah did fill it in
once. I got home from work one day and our babysitter said they had worked on
it together and it was all done! Sweet, I thought. One less thing for me to do.
Did you happen to buy apple juice?
Unfortunately,
Micah's idea of "done" meant that the entire poster was covered in a
series of red scribbles and he had answered that his favorite movie was
"Chicken Little" and his favorite food was something ridiculous like
Popsicles. Maybe it was cantaloupe. Either way, the thing was teeming with
straight-up lies.
I had to crawl back
to Micah's teacher and ask for a new poster, lying though my teeth while I
explained that we needed her to find him a new poster because his little
brother clearly must have gotten a hold of it because there is no way that a 5
year old under direct, loving supervision would destroy their poster like that.
It looked like something that you'd find in the childhood scrapbook of a serial
killer.
Micah's teacher
ever-so-sweetly reminded me that I could bring in his completed poster as soon
as it was done and they would hang on to it until April when it was his turn to
be Star of the Week, ensuring that no harm would come to his masterpiece.
That was in
November.
Now here we are,
mere days away from his big day and the stupid poster isn't done.
I'd like to say I
have some sort of fantastic excuse, but I don't. For someone who carries a day
planner around with her like a fourth child, you'd think that I would have a
good handle on all these little details that need doing around here. If you
could be a fly on the wall, you would often see me forgetting permission slips,
realizing I didn't pack a lunch and shooing a kid out to the bus while
attempting to convince him that the school lunch today will be delicious, signing off on reading assignments I'm not sure were
actually completed, digging through piles of papers for that ONE that listed
the date that one of these kids (God only knows which one) will need to bring a
sack lunch in an actual sack of some sort
and be sure to wear sneakers because we're going on a field trip and by the
way, can you chaperone?
No way, Jose. Mama
don't chaperone.
They'll be lucky if
I remember to buy the juice.
Now where did I put
that darn poster?
