F in Parenting

I don't know why I have been such a lazy, slacker 4th grade mom this past year.  I guess I could blame it on Mr B's grad school...  I mean, I did have to take on weekly irritatin' cub scout meetings and go to the the !#$f'n grocery store 139 times a week for gallons of disappearing milk, and I even had to pump my own gas on occasion...and we all know that's man work.  But honestly, the truth is, I just wasn't feeling it.  Riding lil brother's ass bout packets and AR tests and such is just, well, a pain in my ass.  I didn't even want to see his daily agenda with the teacher notes and reminders in it.  "Put it away!"  I would screech as if I might be turned into a pillar salt for looking at it.  Finally after ignoring his pleas for as long as I could, I would cave and resentfully sign off that I had glimpsed a few flyers-that I immediately threw in the garbage can.  I even had 4th grade mothers who would frantically text me, "OMG!  Did you study for the Indian tribes test???  Can you PLEASE email us the packet?!?"  And I would blithely respond, "What Indian tribes?  What packet?"  when I really wanted to text back, "Oh, for f**k's sake.  Give it a break, lady. The world will keep spinning.  Let the kid go to sleep."

So the truth is, yes, I was a little uninformed this year.  I missed the boat on some stuff, and lil brother got away with a bit of slacking, I'm sure.  But most importantly, I got to bypass the 4th grade freak out.  Ironically, lil brother even made honor roll and perfect attendance last marking period.    All by himself.  Not a lick of help from his mama.  That's one less baby hangin' from the teat, folks.  And surely that counts for sumpin'.