It is now 8:13 p.m. East Coast time, and it was approximately 2:45 p.m. when I picked up my six-year old at school. Two hours after that, her 10-year-old sister came in. In that five and a half hour period, I have learned that:
I "never" play with my six-year-old.
I have a heart made of ice because instead of playing with her I chose to talk to the computer repairman. This proves I don't love her.
I am negligent. I did not make sure that my six-year-old had boots for Boot Day tomorrow. And they said it was going to be Boot Day ON THE ANNOUNCEMENTS, which if I had been there in her classroom with pencil and paper taking notes, I would have KNOWN.
I have no fashion sense. The outfit I laid out for tomorrow to the six-year-old was rejected with thinly disguised horror. "Uh......" (sharp intake of breath) "...no."
I am incompetent. The 10-year-old comes home, looks for bread to make a sandwich and is outraged. "You haven't gone to the store YET?" Similarly, I have not yet gone to the craft store to purchase items she needs for her Halloween costume. And she has been waiting a whole DAY. For God's sake, what have I been DOING all those hours she is in school?
(Sigh.)
My problem is I just ignore this stuff, or pretend to ignore it, or just say "give me a break" without explaining to any of my offspring that the world does not, in fact, revolve around them, until eventually I become aware of the fact that I feel like pounding my fist into a wall. Which is what I could do at this moment.
That's it. No insights, no great thoughts. Just a rant. And I'm done.