Now that Nina has finally organized my life, and has briliantly created a section to record all important numbers together…contractor, babysitter and shrink (necessarily in that order)…I need her to solve one more problem:
All activities involving small children apparently need to be decided years in advance. Though the baby still hasn’t uttered a decipherable word, he’s on a class list and I’ve already written a laughably large tuition check.
We missed the planning for summer camp, silly me, I thought spring would be early enough. Now they’ll have to entertain themselves with sticks and bugs and they’ll never get into a decent school (no scholarships for sticks and bugs). And why does everybody else know all of these apparently super secret deadlines? Did I miss some excellence in child schedule planning class? I probably would have registered late anyway.
Can you create a section of the momAgenda titled “How to stay off the LoserMom waitlist for all activities”?
Funny but either this is a joke or you reaallllyyyyy need to read “Toilet Trained for Yale” and…..they will remember the sticks and bugs with Mom more than her rushing them to organized classes, screaming like a maniac because everyone is late.
I’m kidding a bit. But truly, I do harbor a deep seated fear that somehow I’m not doing it right. I worry that they are overscheduled and will never learn the joy of a skinned knee. I worry that they’re underscheduled and will end up without the skills they need to compete in this hypercompetitive world we live in. I worry that they’re wrongly scheduled….what if all of this time spent on soccer was a waste when really they should be learning the clarinet?
Mommy guilt, the gift that keeps on giving.