This morning I worked my shift at our little co-operative preschool. I LOVED co-oping when Ella was little. I still liked it, mostly, when Lily was going through. But now that I’m on my 3rd and 4th kids in the school, I dread my work days. It’s not that I don’t have fun, because I do. But being in a classroom with nine 4 and 5 year olds makes me twitchy and tends to trigger a migraine.
While I was crammed into a little chair at lunchtime, I had this conversation with one of the kids in Campbell’s class, who shall remain nameless.
- Boy: Are you someone’s mom?
- Me: Yes. I’m Campbell’s mom.
- Boy: How can you be a mom? You don’t look like a mom.
- Me: I don’t? Why thank you.
- Boy: No. You look like a grandma.
I think it may be time to turn my hair pink again.
And an update on our house nightmare – we’re still in the rental, still waiting to find out when we’ll close on the new one, still driving each other crazy.