It’s still Friday, like it was this morning. Unbelievable, how long days last when the Ogre is gone. We still have all of tonight, plus two whole entire days to get through before he comes home.
The worst part is that he’s actually enjoying the conference. I mean, he enjoyed the conference in Poland once he got his luggage and could attend the presentations in something other than the clothes he had been wearing for 72 hours, which meant he enjoyed the last day. But this time everything went smoothly and he’s really chipper every time I talk to him.
Naturally, because I am a bad person, this irritates me and I kind of want to be like, hey, could you be more sympathetic about the fact that I’m
I’ve literally never wanted a weekend to end so badly.
I feel ya, Dame Maggie Smith.
So this year I’ve been attempting to be a better, more involved mother. To that end, I agreed to make cookies for the bake sale yesterday. My plan was to make 5 dozen cookies and send 4 dozen to school with Sienna.
But the thing is, I didn’t take into account that I was making Smitten Kitchen’s World Peace cookies.
She took 2 dozen to school.
I also volunteered to do lunch duty every Monday. As in, every single Monday. I was supposed to attend this training thing for it yesterday that I put on the calendar.
But yesterday, Lincoln had a fever and the Ogre was out of town and I was
eating baking cookies and I completely forgot, and now I’m afraid I’m going to be the first parent ever to be fired from volunteer work.
The good news is, I’ve also totally missed every single parent education evening for Charlotte’s Montessori school.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make Tom Kha Gai and figure out a way to stream Overboard off the internet tonight. And maybe go to the store for some Talenti. At this point, burying myself in comfort food and comfort films is a necessity, not an option.