Oh, the best laid plans. I volunteer a fair bit at my daughter’s school, but one day I did hot lunch. (It’s a shift I had to give up because it fell during Rex’s nap time. I would drive over to the school with him, he would fall asleep and I would spend an hour plus sitting in my car with him, not helping out.)
Surely, my daughter would be happy to see her mother nearby. Her mother involved in her school. In her LIFE. It’s not like she is a teenager, cringing as I help out at every available event in her high school (which I will do if I am underemployed like now). She is in kindergarten. Oh, what fun this will be!
My home is a stand-in for the school.