The other day Sebastian told me that he had detention next weekend.
My heart fell immediately because I knew why he had detention. He didn’t have to explain anything to me.
Why? Because I am the reason he has detention. He was late to school a few too many times last week and it was because of me. I should be the one serving time in the Sacred Heart Cathedral library on a Saturday morning instead of my poor son.
I’ve been failing my parental duties lately and I’m not afraid to admit it. Ashamed, yes. Afraid, no.
Last Friday, I brought Sage to volleyball practice at her school at 4:30pm. I then left the school thinking about the errands I needed to run before it was time for me to pick her up an hour and fifteen minutes later.
At 4:40pm I received a text from the coach and I soon realized that volleyball practice on Fridays are from 3:30pm to 4:45pm. I completely mixed up Friday’s practice time with Monday’s practice time.
Not a good thing with this coach who probably already has me on a list since I’ve been bringing Sage to games literally minutes before it starts leaving no time for her to warm up. We’ve gotten to the point where they might have to give me a revised schedule with start times that are an hour ahead of the actual time. I’m just glad the coach likes me and still wants Sage on his team next season.
I know this is really bad, guys. I don’t need any reminders that it’s a bad thing when my poor planning starts to negatively impact my children. I honestly feel like crap because of it.
I can’t even explain why I’ve gotten to this point. I mean, I’m all about productivity and self-improvement and life hacks that help busy moms manage their (and their children’s) busy schedules. I don’t even know what to blame it on. Being off kilter because my oldest is away at college and I’m still impacted by it? Not using my calendars and to-do lists like I should be? Being so distracted by new job responsibilities that I’m letting my home responsibilities fall by the wayside? Thinking about all of my writing goals… and scrapbooking goals… and home improvement goals… and weight loss goals…? I’m not trying to use these as excuses but they definitely can serve as explanations.
I’m just glad that all of this can easily be fixed. Yes, I’ve been a bad mom for not having my shit together. I’m not perfect and I know that no one is expecting me to be but I think it’s fair for my kids to expect me to be prompt and precise with their schedules. At least until they can drive themselves to and from the places they need to be.