I spent a couple of often excruciating hours at the talent show for my son's junior high. The noteworthy thing is that I was there at all: remember, m'boy had forbidden me to be on the school grounds when his schoomates were. There I was, seen by a whole bunch of them, and of course being to them just another parent in the background. I'm not sure the Wendling noticed that, but the ban does seem to have been lifted. Nibs may have gently prodded him to lift it.
In the next eighteen days I have
Here's hoping I make it to July intact.
In the next eighteen days I have
- conference week at my son's school, i.e. parents taking over the school, for which I'm in charge of the schedule
- a major milestone at work
- Pride
Here's hoping I make it to July intact.