Yesterday Fin was talking about having her temperature taken at school.
This morning I got the girls to school late.
(No one’s hair was brushed.)
On the walk home from the bus stop Briar told me that she “had to leap my frog,” because her homework wasn’t done.
(Fin had no shoes on in the stroller.)
Avery just told me that “someone sent me to school with a peanut thing in my lunch.”
(I also failed to send in her “Home fire safety plan.”)
Basically it has been a three strikes and I am a failure of a parent kind of day.
(I know that’s not true, but today I feel like it is.)