Tuesday, October 13, 2015

That Time I Dropped the Ball... or, A Weekend with Mickey

Imagine this... 

It was 5:45pm last Friday, and I'd just gotten home with the kids after work/school. We're getting out of the car, and Karinne is looking all around saying, "Where's my Mickey bag?"

I, being the awesome exhausted mom that I am, tell her I don't know what she's talking about because she doesn't have a Mickey bag.

She immediately bursts into tears, and in my head I'm thinking, "What the hell is going on? She doesn't have a Mickey bag... does she? Oh wait... I took that old beat up thing out of her bag at school that I assumed was in there accidentally... was that the Mickey bag? What the hell is a Mickey bag?! I didn't see anything about Mickey! Crap. Way to go, mom of the year!"

I apologized and told her that I didn't know it was hers and we left it at school. She was so upset! I still had no idea what she was talking about. I was certain I'd never heard of this thing.

So we're inside, Marc's occupying the kids while I cook dinner, when my phone rings. It's the after care teacher (who just happens to be Ryan's teacher), letting me know that we left the Mickey backpack behind and she'd be there a little while longer if I wanted to come get it. 

Whew... crisis averted!

I asked the teacher if I was just *that* clueless becuase I couldn't recall hearing anything about Mickey at orientation or in any newsletters or notes. She let me know that I was not the first to leave Mickey behind, nor was I the last, and she really wasn't sure why the PK4 teacher hadn't informed parents about it at orientation. 

Turns out, inside the "Mickey Bag"--an old, tattered-looking little backpack that said "Gymboree" on the outside--was a stuffed Mickey Mouse and a little notebook. Mickey would spend the weekend with Karinne, and then she would dictate a few sentences for us to write in the journal about what we did, and include a few pictures if we wanted. Mickey would return to school on Monday.

So, my dear readers, I present to you... A Weekend with Mickey!

We went to Parkway Bakery for some delicious po' boys... 

the many faces of Karinne
Ryan!
the one I included in the journal
 went to the mall and rode the train... 

also in the journal
and went to Mass and played on the playground!


in the journal as well
 

I'd love to hear about your "OMG I'm the worst parent ever" moment--misery loves company!

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