I knew I was gifted but I surprised myself. I won the gold medal for Worst Mother of the Year after 5 minutes of beginning of the school year.
1. I brought my son to school 90 minutes before actual start of the school. At 8.30 we were there. It seems the school starts at 10! Aha… I red the email the school sent us several times. What did I missed???
2. As we were ALONE, we attracted attention of ” a lady”. At that time she was just lady. She spotted us and asked: ” Where are you from?”
This is EXACTLY the question that every member of our family has issues with. We have short version for most of the randomly met people: ” It’s complicated.”
For people we feel like sharing it is: I m born in…( 5 different versions). But I moved here from India and I m holder of French passport. No, I did not live in France. Yet.
Nothing of this was applying in the current situation, and while I was heating my brain what to say, my son said: “What do you mean?” Uf, at least one who was clearly thinking…
Well, she wanted to know from which school we are coming to start the 1st year of senior school. To her dismay she found out we are ” ancient”.
” So why your first button of the shirt is undone?”
My son started to feverishly close his shirt under his uniform’s tie. Unsuccessfully. The button was missing! ( no, I did NOT check his buttons the night before).
The next question:
” And you don’t have the correct shoes??” Hmmmm, nop. He was wearing blue sneakers, this was the closest we found in the closet as ” black school shoes”. Because I DID check the night before, but his old shoes were too small. And honestly, the night before the school starts is little too late to handle the problem…
Well… I promised to buy the ” right” shoes this very day.
2 hours later I found out that I also forgot to give him sport uniform as they will spend half day in team sports. I red about it but I had a feeling it is for after school activities, thus no obligatory, and honestly I did not see Elie as rugby or hockey player. He is more in the ” chess” style… Obviously I was wrong so I ran home to bring him his outfit.
And that the lady is the head of senior school:) Lucky me I did not try my ” smart ass” behaviour asking her that I teach my kids not to speak to strangers so WHO the hell she is!
Then I had good laugh. At least it is done. I am officially the WMY, the fastest record of my motherhood years, and I don’t have to pretend that THIS year it will be different:)