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She was lookin’ kinda dumb
With her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an L on her forehead

That would be moi.

You know I don’t do mornings. I especially don’t do mornings on a Friday at the end of the school year when I’ve only had about 6 hours of sleep for the previous two nights.

So who can blame me when I get up to shoo the kids out the door for school, making sure that Griffin has his bathing suit and towel and everything he needs for Field Day…only to realize ten minutes after he leaves that Field Day is next Friday.

And then, ten minutes after my horrific realization, the phone rings. My son’s beloved teacher (who really is terrific) is calling me because Griffin is melting down in a puddle of disappointed, confused, irrational tears.

That would also be my fault.

Ugh. I am so embarrassed. As my younger brother so astutely pointed out, this is exactly something my mother would do.

But really. This time of year is worse than Christmas. It is crazy. And even though I am attempting to say NO to as many things as I can possibly get away with, it is still crazy.

I am picturing Grown-Up Griffin, with his deep manly voice, sitting at the Thanksgiving table with his wife, his brother & sister and their spouses, all laughing about how poor Mom just couldn’t get her act together and sent poor Griffin to school with his bathing suit and towel on the wrong day.

(I’m sure this has nothing to do with my brother and I around the Thanksgiving table laughing at my mom.)

But for now, I have Seven Year Old Griffin, with his sad little boy voice and big sad eyes looking up at me and wondering how I could do this to him.

I have so much to do today, but I’m thinking the world would be a safer place if I just crawled back into bed.


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