OK. I’ve planned 2-3 hours a day to write. I have an amazing schedule. It has different colors. And a place for everything. It’s an amazing schedule. AMAZING.
Then I went to my kids’ school open house.
And I signed up to bring snacks for Halloween, Valentine’s Day, and Christmas.
And I signed up to volunteer in the classroom. Because supposedly it shows I care. And it helps my kids succeed. And having a relationship with your teachers is supposed to be a good idea.
And I told the PTO I’d help in any way they need.
And I told my son’s 5th grade teacher that I’m not as flighty as I seem. (Seriously?)
And all three kids are in piano.
And 1st grade means reading really boring books every night.
And 3rd grade means working on math facts every night.
And there’s dinner.
AND THEN I SAW THIS:
So we’re gonna see what happens in September. And if men in white coats take me away, we’ll know my plan didn’t work.
(When times get really tough, I figure I’ll just remind myself that at least I’m not dancing on a stage half nude surrounded by giant teddy bears and Robin Thicke dressed as the Hamburglar.)