Political Mama

Well, he's there. He loves it. Loves the kids and the teacher and the bus most of all. What is it about that big yellow thing that's so inviting?

But I digress. He's doing well but I'm a mess. There is so much to remember, so much to keep track of, that I'm clearly losing my mind.

Everyday is a new fundraiser, which pisses me off because I pay over $9,000 in taxes. What more do you want from me?

And seriously, at five-years-old, who do you think is going to go around selling stuff to neighbors who already have piles of crap to buy themselves? The first thing I got was a Christmas catalog anyway. Don't even get me started on that!

So far, I have failed to get in touch with the teacher, using two separate notes. I've forgotten the damned book sale.

Fortunately, a kindly neighbor through him a five to buy a book.

He's writing his first and last name three times in a notebook every night, which takes close to a half hour. Which leads me to my final failure--Jeremy Shaffar is the longest name in history, and very difficult for my five-year-old to fit on two lines in a notebook. Had I known when he was born, I would certainly have kept it shorter!

I don't remember college being this difficult, so I can only hope that it gets better, or that he turns out to be more organized than me.