So, for your consideration, here is my blonde moment for the week. (hopefully it is the only one this week.)
I mentioned that I would be getting up very early to fix some sort of casserole for the big veteran's day program at my son's school today. Something like 5 am because the thing takes an hour to cook and our oven is temperamental and goofy and could take 90 minutes instead of 60. Yesterday at 7:00 I decided to reread the letter that came with the gargantuan casserole pan and see if I could put the ingredients together the night before. (because the idea of cracking 20 eggs and frying 2 pounds of sausage at 4:30 was particularly unappealing.) Well, I scanned over the list of ingredients (which I had read before) and read the top part of the letter (which I hadn't read before.)
Imagine my surprise when I noticed that they wanted the casseroles at the school on MONDAY. And did I mention that it was already 7 and everybody leaves the house by 7:30? Or that the casserole takes an hour to cook? After the ingredients are assembled? Ack!
Fortunately, God knew that I'm blonde. Even though we were normally going to be a little shorthanded (because my boss is at the state convention), we actually were blessed with an extra person (because someone who was supposed to have moved to Utah over the weekend had been delayed.) So I was able to fix the casserole and deliver it to school in a timely fashion with no one the wiser. Sigh.
Here's what I've learned:
Under no circumstances are you to pick your child up early from school. (Jonathan called home from school sick one day and when I went to pick him up in the office, the school secretary cornered me.)
Under no circumstances are you to read any letters from school until you are ready to deal with them. What you don't see, you aren't responsible for. (Jonathan helps with this by carrying most information from school in his backpack until the last day of school. )
(Nathan spent the night last night so that only one set of parents would have to drive over to school at the crack of dawn. Next time, it's Becky's turn. Notice the paper taped to the cabinet? That's the infamous letter. I should have burned it. )
May you have a blessed, blonde-free day!