Crap, crap, crap... the last thing I wanted to do today was deal with idiot holiday shoppers in order to pick up a gift for Lilly's kindergarten Secret Santa deal. Maybe I should have anticipated the gift exchange but my mind can't be everywhere at once. However, I need to fess up to the fact that I didn't check her school papers as soon as we got home.
When Lilly gets home, her little brother and sister grap the contents of Lilly's backpack and spread them throughout the house. So it's small wonder I get in trouble for not knowing about pajama day or overdue library books or when it's my turn to bake cookies.
In my defense, little slips of paper sent home is so old skool. Can't the teacher shoot me an email?