As I leaned into my open trunk in the parking lot of Kroger at 7:45 am assembling 20 fun yet nutritional Valentine’s Day bags, I realized, I will always be this mom.

The mom running through the juice box aisle with three school uniformed kids before dawn wondering why they sell juice in packs of 8.

The mom hunched over the empty register with a team of five bored, and totally life-saving, cashiers putting together Halloween treat bags.

The mom staring at her pantry wondering if individually wrapped Fortune Cookies would be a considered a classroom snack cop-out, or totally worldly and exotic.

I’m last minute.

I’m forgetful.

I’m bad with pipe cleaners and peanut allergies and and making kids call me Mrs. Gibbons.

I’m really good at lots of other totally dope things.

But this stuff? This will never be one of them.

What type are you?

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