It’s official. We’re being named the Parents of The Year. That’s right, school even called to confirm it. On Monday, the 5th of January, we were enjoying a relaxing morning at home, having just returned from our family ski vacation at 2 o’clock in the morning on Sunday, we let the boyz sleep in and were easing back into being home when the phone rang. Daddy-O answered. It was school calling. They asked where the boyz were. Daddy-O said, “They’re here at home with us….” then asked, “Why?” The secretary on the other end of the line explained that school started back that morning and they were missing from their classes and since they hadn’t heard from us they wanted to call to make sure all was OK. Well, it was until now.
That’s right. School was back in session and we had somehow missed the memo that they had changed the school calendar mid-October (due to some teacher’s union change!) and the calendar we were referencing was wrong!
Well, things went from bad to worse as we had to tell the boyz that not only did they not get to hang out in their jammies and play with all their new toys but instead they had to hurry up and get ready for school.
It was like a horrible practical joke! They all started crying! Dirty looks were penetrating my soul! Even I was still in my jammies and I had to scramble to pack lunches and I was completely out of sync. I couldn’t remember if they had any homework or if we needed to turn in library books, who wanted salami and cheese and who wanted peanut butter and jelly? And the choir of cries only crescendoed.
My parting words as we left the house were “Well, this will be one you’ll tell your children!”
Eventually we got things sorted out and we scrambled out the door and over to school. I walked them in and the secretaries explained that there were two other families who did the same thing. It only helped a little – at least there was fair competition in which family was to earn the title of Parent of the Year.
I’m not sure how we’ll ever live that one down!!