Having just returned from our daughter Jane’s parent teacher conference, I’m trying to decide if writing about it is fair or not. This is her school, no? Sadly, although it is her school the conference is my failure. It’s not a small failure either, it’s my downfall as a mother, perhaps as a wife too.
Go on and gimme a click Or twenty Cuz I’m writing about headlice again, and I do recommend you give your kids the lice wash before school begins.
Enough with this family time. We’ve had two weeks of no school, no camp, no alarm clocks and no schedule whatsoever. Jane, Alexander, I love you, but it’s time for you to go to school. It’s not what you’d expect either. I’m not feeling suffocated. I’m not craving adult company. The house isn’t a mess