"I have good news and bad news," she tells me as I take her hand in the rain. It's pick-up time at the Wantagh Elementary. Canadian geese don't seem to care that a sea of parents are waiting for their children. The ground is soggy and goose poop abounds. I look for my son, who comes out a different door, as she tells me the bad news.
I can't remember now if the good news or the bad news was that, instead of a Zoom religion class, Megan had to go to the church today. She is making her communion next month and religion classes have been on Zoom all year. I completely forgot that she was supposed to go to the church today. I'm not sure if I ever knew she was. But we regrouped and I took her to church. When we got there, the director asked me if I had her communion banner to hand in. I completely forgot it was due today (do you see a theme here? Completely forgetting everything).
I drove home to get her communion banner to hand in, and all was well. But lately I've been forgetting things and it bothers me. Today I forgot my class had a bus drill. The other day I forgot we had a professional development hour after work. Besides the forgetting, my house feels like a disaster with things in the wrong spots and laundry exploding out of baskets. I have no clean socks to wear.
Monday was Megan's birthday, Tuesday I spent all afternoon/ night stapling gift certificates to PARP certificates and organizing them by grade level and teacher for my children's school. Wednesday (yesterday?) was St Patrick's Day and leprechaun magic. All of this while being a full time 3rd grade teacher during a global pandemic, trying to run a household and do mom things like cook dinner and read bedtime stories..... I'm just on overload.
So tired tonight.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski