Dear December, we can only laugh

Dec 15

Dear December, we can only laugh

Evidence it is December: Greta’s teacher called me last week right when Greta got to school.  “Jen,” she said, “Everything is fine, but I just want to you to know that Greta showed up with two lunches (packed in two separate lunch boxes) today.” I laughed because what else can you do? I had just spent the twenty minutes between when Greta gets on the bus and when Maren gets on the bus running around looking for Maren’s lunch box and muttering like a crazy lady, “I know I packed it.  Where is it?”, said, “Ah HA!  I am losing my ever-loving mind.  Thank you for telling me where it is, and I sent Maren to school with a different lunch.  I was sure I was going to find it in the dryer or something.” God bless our teachers who take care of our kids and their mamas. — I went to wash my face at the end of a long day and looked in the mirror to find that I had only put mascara on one eye.  (My eyelashes and eyebrow hair color can best be described as ‘clear’, so it is a stark difference to have one eye made up and the other not.) Ooops.  That was an interesting look for a Tuesday.. — I went in to school last week and had lunch with Maren and her friend, we’ll call her Peppy.  Peppy joined us after she went through the lunch line, and the three of us sat down at a table.  Peppy was eyeing her calzone with a funny look, so I asked, “What’s with the look on your face; I can’t read what you are thinking right now, but it looks amusing?!” Peppy, “Well, my mom announced this morning that she’s not making lunches or doing laundry anymore.”  Peppy is eleven, and she says this with a deferential tone and shrug wherein I could infer that this was a long time coming. I pretty much burst out laughing, knowing daughter and mother as I do.   “Did you get a warning or a heads up or anything, or did this just happen?” “Nope, no warning,” she laughed and shook her head, “But I don’t...

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