This mom gig

This mom thing is getting harder. And we're just getting started, as far as I can tell... my specialty is with infants/toddlers, and my kids just won't stop growing no matter how many long, late night talks we have about it.

I completely forgot to show up to Julia's very first EVER parent-teacher conference. UGH. I'm so beating myself up over it. It makes me feel like I'm losing control over my children. ...Wait, I guess that's exactly the lesson God is teaching me, here. They won't be little forever, and they won't be mine-all-mine-no-one-else-will-influence-them-cuz-they're-all-mine forever. This is so hard.

Luckily, J's teacher was so sweet and understanding. I still don't understand how I missed something like that... I mean, the kid had school on Monday of that week and had the whole rest of the week off! She didn't go to school on Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday or Friday ...all because the school was having conferences. Duh. Hello! Get your head out of the computer and wake up to your kid's life here, Maggie.

Anyway, at least it's "just preschool." That doesn't make me sound any better, does it? The teacher even offered to let us reschedule - but we just couldn't find a time that would work. In case you missed it, I do daycare out of the house. Like, every day. All day long. There are many, many days when I'm lucky if I see the light of day... And husby has to take off work from his job to tend to appointments or things that arise because of the limitations of my job.

Monday afternoon, Julia went to the dentist. It wasn't a routine checkup, it was an initial consultation regarding the HORRIBLE CAVITY she has... that, yes, even at her tender age of 4 years old, needs a filling. I'm telling ya - this growing up thing really stinks!

So anyway, since Rich had to take J to the dentist Monday, he doesn't have a lot of other flex time to take off so we can go to make-up conference.

This teacher, tho? She's so nice, she has scheduled a phone conference with us. She sent home Julia's checklist so we can look over it before our noon appointment tomorrow. Hopefully when she calls this house to talk to me, the babies won't be screaming and the toddlers/preschooler won't be pulling at my pant leg to tell me something that is uber-important in their world.

I'm still a rockstar to Rebecca. She's still young enough to know better. She thinks I'm goddess and I can keep fooling her with all the cool infant/toddler tricks that I know. But, it won't be long until her sister teaches her that there's more to life than mommy's way. Sigh.

This mom gig is just getting harder and harder. I'm so not ready to grow up.