I was such a Mom today.
I was searching for a 2008/2009 calendar at Staples. I was holding Katie while flipping through a planner. She kept trying to grab it from me, so I asked her to hold it while I checked out another.
The next thing I know, she's crying, "Oweeeeeee! Oweeeeeee! Oweeeeeeeeee!"
There's blood on the cover of the planner.
The poor kid got herself a major paper cut right on the tip of her thumb.
**NOTE TO HUZBEND: Please remember this if she starts crying while eating her dinner tonight. It's not my food. It's the paper cut.
You know what I did? OH MAN, this is SO MOM-ISH.
I sucked the blood off her finger and pulled a Band-Aid out of my purse.
A Band-Aid! I had a BAND-AID in my PURSE.
Man. Who am I?
When did I get so grown-up?
Not like a little kid. Not like Katie's age. Like, just out of college age; although I am FAR from it.
Everyone around seems so much older than me. I don't mean the way they look. I mean in, ahhhhh, what word to use.....presence. Yeah, that's it, presence.
I always feel like someone's kid that's eavesdropping on a grown-up conversation.
I was recently selected to represent my coop preschool on an advisory committee. Our preschool is partially funded by a local community college. There are six other preschools that enjoy this partnership as well. This advisory committee is comprised of one representative from each of these preschools. We get together once a month and plan huge All-Preschool functions and discuss/make policy changes. It's pretty hefty work.
I went to my first meeting last week. I felt so out of place. They were all business and I was completely lost.
Because I'm on this committee, I have to go back and report what we discussed to MY preschools executive board. So, that means that I have to attend their meeting too. Just call me Mrs. Liaison Extraordinaire.
My first official preschool board meeting is this weekend. I'm going on a weekend retreat (yep, an overnight) with a bunch of ladies that I've said "HI" to maybe once. Should be interesting.
Sigh, I have a feeling that no one is going to appreciate my "Spock is my Homeboy" pajama t-shirt.
