January is just about over. How can this possibly be? This is my monthly post where I share outfit outtakes, random musings, and stuff I could probably share if I ever got myself an Instagram account.
Instead we get this:
My massive amount of laundry I had to fold in the background. There is nothing I hate more than putting laundry away. How about you? Thankfully, I am all caught up now, but…ugh!
Picture of an outfit I have worn twice (once with the vest and once without) and have yet to get a “real” picture of.
One night I was making sandwiches for the kids’ lunches for the next day. I realized I only had three slices of bread. So, the kids each had 3/4 of a sandwich one day. They probably never even noticed.
I do not want to know what is going on here. Perhaps I am trying to become one with the ostrich.
My son was sick. I had to call the school to let them know. This makes me nervous. I always mess up. Usually, I make my husband do it. But Monday I was feeling brave.
This is how the message I left went (with obvious name changes):
“This is your child’s school. At the beep, please leave the name of your child, your name, your relationship to the child, the date, and the reason they are calling in sick.
Thank you and have a wonderful day.
“Um, hi, this is Mrs. Gnomelover. I am calling my son, Little Gnome in sick today.”
I couldn’t remember the date, so I said, “Today is Monday.”
Then I decided to add in a little extra help. You know in case they couldn’t find his name. Even though at this point, I am sure they have my name memorized from the caller i.d. after all of the crazy things I have called about over the years.
So, I added, “he is in Mrs. Pepper’s class.”
I hung up the phone. Breathed a sigh of relief. It had gone better than expected.
I looked to my left. My husband was laughing at me. “What?”
“He’s not in Mrs. Pepper’s class!”
That is when I kind of woke up. Oh, yea! Mrs. Pepper was his teacher from two years ago.
I called back. Listened to the message.
“Hi. It’s me.” I wasn’t going to go through the nonsense of pretending they did not know who it was. Or that this call would not be added to my tally for “Kookiest Mother of the Year.” I know I’m winning. It isn’t even close.
And then I started laughing so hard I was crying.
So I half sobbed and half shrieked into the phone, “He doesn’t have Mrs. Pepper! He has Mrs. Lemon! Bwahahahaha! Thank you. Brawahabyehaha!”
I hung up.
Then I realized I forgot to add what he was sick with. I didn’t call back. I figured I didn’t need to. I am sure they figured he might have caught my illness. It is quite
catching hereditary made up.
One of the good things about living in Southern California is barbecuing in January. Yum!
I don’t foresee many changes occurring in February with this blog. I am going to see how two outfit posts a week go over in February. And more stories.
Here are some posts that will be coming up in February:
My Husband’s Secret
Dear Children: Being a Stick-In-The-Mud
Reading: Eleanor and Park
Next week there are two outfit posts: Classy Lady and From My Closet
And many more stories I have written lately!
I can’t wait!
What is a “real” moment you have had lately?