Next Wednesday I have a meeting with CB since Mom's been there one hundred days. This is apparently some sort of marker - like one hundred episodes for a TV sitcom.
Whoo hoo - and we've been renewed for one more season!
Somehow this reminds me of parent teacher meetings. Ugh.
Teacher: You need to know we will have high expectations when it comes to homework.
Me: Wait - homework? But, it's kindergarten.
Teacher (mouth agape): Of course there's homework!
Me (frantically trying to remember if The Boy had brought anything home): That seems wrong. The homework in kindergarten part. It's only half a day.
Teacher (furiously scribbling): You need to take your child's education seriously!
Me (chastened and humiliated): but it's kindergarten...
Teacher (more scribbling with mouth held in hard pinched line):
Me: Oh, is that punch? I'll just get a cup...(slinking out of classroom while making mental note to never to come to another P/T meeting)
They are expecting something from me. Questions, comments. Showing up.
I feel pressure as well as the omnipresent guilt.
I know they judge me for not showing up every day.
I just know it.