But my shining mom moment came after he peed standing in front of the bathroom door (and refusing to go in) at the mall. "Well, we were going to go ride the train and get ice cream (total lie, there isn't even a train at this mall) but now we have to go home because that was our last change of clothes." Did I mention my job title is Child Development Specialist? The irony isn't lost on me.
And just so Ava would have an equal amount of traumatizing mom memories let's review our trip to Target for school supplies. Is this bizarre scavenger hunt designed to punish me for not joining the PTA or is every mom given the same list? I think teachers must hysterically watch the security cameras of the parents searching for wide-ruled 100 sheet notebooks and a 6 pack of clear glue sticks for over ten minutes before realizing they don't exist. I'm all solidarity with the get up at the crack of dawn, forty grand in debt from school loans, googling hands-on math activities, wipe our kids noses and butts teacher crowd but come on this just isn't nice.
So here we are two weeks from the start of our fiscal year, our January, when new jobs begin, family meetings are held and resolutions are made. Ian's picked out his Avenger's backpack and Ava's first soccer game is tomorrow. I've got my doubts and 2am panic attacks but that just goes with the August terrain. We may be exhausted and unprepared but we're steering into fall days, one pee soaked carpet stain at a time.
At least I have the memories....
sunset magic in Levanto
bridges of Florence
oh Tiramisu you have ruined me for life.... xoxo B
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