As I mentioned in yesterday's bloggy installment of fail, Ike's preschool ends at noon. (Technically it's a pre-preschool; a toddler program for 2-year-olds. Mini Montessori, with smaller chairs and bonus potty training.) And yet by the time I arrive at 11:59, Ike is almost always the very last child to be picked up. It was the same deal last year, too.
WHAT GIVES, other parents? Why you gotta be so over-achieving and stuff? I get the whole missing your baybeeee thing but dammit, the school day is three measly hours long and I paid for every last one of those 180 minutes. And Imma use every last one of those minutes. But then I get there well within the confines of my paid-for minutes and Ike's sitting there all Forever Alone In My Principles.
Anyway. Stop making me look bad, is all. Let's all collectively embrace the lazy, as a united group.
But hey! Since everyone is now back at school and I have entire luxurious hours to sit around being drunk and stuff, I will once again be writing Advice Smackdowns at AlphaMom twice a week, on Mondays and Fridays. Yay! And huzzah! So if you've been hesitant to send in a question because you weren't sure if your dilemma was sponge-worthy in light of the once-a-week posting schedule, now's your chance! Just make sure it's something I can solve in under three hours, give or take 20 minutes while the caffeine kicks in.
In summary, happy Friday. Here is a butt.