I cleaned out the drawers, closets, and rooms of my children.
My FIVE children.
Some kids are born pack rats.
As in, teething gel!?! Really? You have lost most, if not all of your baby teeth, and you have teething gel hiding in your room? Really? You're "baby" sister is three. Almost four. Seriously.
And this one, mind you, was the one that has been able to fool me into thinking her room is always the cleanest. Lies.
Needless to say, we are minus countless bags of garbage, clothing, and clutter. And one tube of teething gel.
And feeling a little lighter because of it.
Success.
It also happens to be day four of the new school year,
and there has only been one day so far that nobody forgot their lunch.
True story.
Three lunches sitting on the island.
All on different days.
They should coordinate this $###.
Plus, we only almost missed the bus one day.
As in, three kids running frantically,
one bawling her fool head off and another with one shoe on and one shoe off.
Success? Uhhhhh...
Plus, one day that a lunch was forgotten, I had a great parenting moment.
(The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
In other words, I don't want weirdos tracking down my kids because of this story.)
Me: "Hi, Lynn! I have a lunch here."
Lynn: "Hello. Which teacher?"
Me: "Uhhh, ummmmm. Heh. Missssssssssssss... Simpson?"
Lynn: "Mrs Simonson?"
Me: "Yes. That's it. Mrs. Simonson."
Lynn: "Okay. I will get it to her."
Me: "Thanks so much!"
And then I walk out into the hallway and the bulletin board with all of the teachers names catches my eye. Whoops. Mrs. Simonson isn't a fifth grade teacher, even. And guess what? She teaches fourth grade. And my fourth grader doesn't even have her! I just named a teacher. Actually, it wasn't even a real teacher. I have no idea where I pulled that made up name from. Whatever. I'm cool and a really good parent.
The secretary just assumed that I got the girls teachers mixed up. I agreed. I just hope she doesn't remember that Haley supposedly has Mrs. Simonson. Eeek.
FAIL.
Also.
I got a new neighbor.
Her name is Mindi. Or Mindy.
Or something equally awesome.
AND.
She has five kids.
True story.
I love her.
And her five kids.
True story.
Her kids are super loveable.
It's going to be a really good thing.
Lucky me.
I always end up with neighbor kids I love to the moon and back.
It all started back in Rozzy, with Laren's kids.
Success!
