Its the end of August and its mayhem.
The last week of my life has been a little hectic, to the say the least. In addition to a busy time in the office its also back to school prep time. Which means its also appointment booking time. And its massive acquisition time. We’re also about to fly across the country for 10 days for a cottage stay AND a family wedding (read: packing for 4 people for a trans-continental trip with the two main activities on the exact opposite end of the wardrobe spectrum). Add to that my entrepreneurial husband’s move into a new office space and the fact that the floors in our 18 month year old house are about to be replaced. ALL OF THEM. Yeah, so if I told you that I enjoy a large-ish glass of wine after work today I am sure you wouldn’t judge. Right?
To say I could snap at any moment would be an understatement. Am I holding it together ok? The answer is a resounding “for now”. My biggest worry is the proverbial straw that will break this Mother’s back. At the moment, the straw just might be white chalk. What now? Yep, you heard me right – WHITE CHALK.
WTF. White Chalk. The bain of existence!
Shorty #2 is kicking off her preschool career this September and as part of her care package to contribute to the classroom (in addition to a pack of pencil crayons, some glue and an earthquake kit) the school has requested a box of plain white chalk. Seems easy enough right? Well, I’ve been to 3 stores already and NO WHITE CHALK. Multi-coloured chalk a plenty – but no white chalk to be found.
Keep in mind that I have a full time job, 2 kids and a husband and have been running around the city for the past week dealing with all the shit on my plate and getting myself into 3 separate stores, all of which do indeed carry chalk but none of it white is just the sort of thing that could push me over the edge. Like really? What would happen if I drop the Shorty off for her 3 week gradual entry program (oh, THAT my friends is a whole other blog post) with a pack of multi-coloured chalk. Would the teachers forgive and forget? Or would I be forever branded as a problem parent. Imagine, the scenario. The one teacher says to the other “We’re missing one field trip payment. Who could it be that hasn’t submitted?” And she replies “I know. Its that Mom who brought the multicoloured chalk. Can’t follow instructions.”
These are the things running through my head when I wake at 4am. White chalk where are you????