The following is a true story, and an excellent illustration of how crazy we are:
This morning I was awoken by the panicky voice of Older Girl.
Mom, this is the first morning of winter uniform and I don't have any winter gym uniform pants! I only have shorts!
I stumbled out of bed, sure that she must have a pair of navy blue sweatpants with the school logo on them somewhere in her room.
No dice. As I was rifling through her drawers, it occurred to me that we had given her old gym pants away and when we had gone to get her new ones they were out of her size. It wouldn't have been a problem if I had actually gone back to the store later as I had originally intended.
But I never made it back to the store and now she was pant-less. Crap.
So as she was hyperventilating in the hallway, I told her to put on her gym shorts and I would send a note to her teacher explaining the problem. I assured her it would be fine.
After everyone was seated at the table eating breakfast, Rob and I had this conversation:
Honey, [OG] has no gym pants and it is the first day of winter uniform, so could you bring me my purse from the van?
[Rob comes in with purse]
Why do you need your purse?
My notepad is in here and I need to write a note to Mrs. C. about the uniform.
Oh, good. Because I thought you were going to just offer her a bribe.
You know, like - "Dear Mrs. C., Maybe we can just make this little misunderstanding go away. Love, Mrs. L."
Honey, I only have three dollars in my wallet for God's sake.
She's a Catholic school teacher! How much can she make?! All I'm saying is that she might be willing to let a lot of things slide for the price of a hot lunch.