This morning was a little rough.
Long division and searching for a plain red paper bag with handles in the last two minutes before having to scream over to school should never be attempted before coffee.
Of course she reminded me about the red bag yesterday afternoon but what with cooking dinner and preparing for our marriage class and then not getting home until 10:00, we just didn't had have time to shop for a bag for her valentines.
Oh the humanity.
So that left me to scrounge around upstairs like a mad woman to see what I could come up with this morning.
My scavenger hunt yielded three options:
1.) a hot pink bag
2.) a gift bag with a big red heart on it
3.) a plain beige bag that I told her she could decorate with red
She chose the hot pink bag but felt a tad cheated just the same.
She didn't say anything but I think she thinks her hot pink bag will stand out too much and the kids will tease her or something.
It settles in young.
On one hand I say celebrate originality but on the other I ever so slightly hope a much more together mom sent in an extra plain red bag or two to share with the kids of lame mom's like me.
I arrived back home after drop-off feeling bad about not only the bag debacle but the rushing and the harsh words said in frustration over the last minute changing of shirts (oh how I miss uniforms!!) and the hunt for a Texas history review sheet to do the only logical thing.
Settle in with a cup of coffee, a brownie and Coal Miner's Daughter on the DVR.
Somedays you just need a little Loretta and Doo, country music and a good cry.