Panicked

Personally, I am dealing with a lot right now. I'm feeling a tremendous amount of internal turmoil about serious matters that could effect my family's life in many ways. I do not wish to discuss them here, but suffice it to say that I am distracted and stressed out big time.

In the midst of some serious real-life issues, I am on the calendar to be the secret reader for my son's first grade class. And as if my stress level was not high enough, I find myself faced with having to choose an exciting book to read aloud to his class this Friday. In typical Type A Mom fashion, I tried to do my research online, so I could make an informed decision. Now, I don't know if my stress has me so distracted that my Google-fu is not functioning properly or what, but I cannot find a damn thing through those means. It's hard to choose the perfect picture book through reviews. 

While The Inventor was in his violin lesson yesterday evening, I scooted over to a nearby indie bookshop hoping that the personalized service and great selections would end my misery quickly. But no. I walked out with a hardcover picture book that sounded great when the salesperson told me about it and flipped through the pages, while Gigglyface tried to destroy the place; but, in the light of day I realize it just doesn't have enough pizzazz. Six year olds are known for their honesty, and if the book sucks, they're not going to hold back. They are not going to laugh to appease me. No. They are going to make that fifteen minutes hell for me, and I've got enough hell going on in my life. I don't need a bunch of snaggly-toothed, nose picking sweethearts throwing rotten tomatoes at me. 

So, I decided to head over to a larger bookstore this morning, but for some reason Gigglyface has developed a deep aversion to his jacket. It causes him to melt to the floor, spreading his arms out and screaming like his coat is aflame. What this is about, I have no idea. None. I'm not going to say that things can't get any worse because we all know those were famous last words and I need good things to happen right now. So, I'm hoping to head out to the bookstore this evening, while Dad holds down the fort to find the perfect book and have a little me time. I need to exhale, decompress, let down the window and feel the air on my face. Whatever it takes. 

Comments

[tana]

Oh dear friend. I am thinking of you. Perfect book or not, the point is that you are there, being an involved parent with your son in his educational quest. Remember these moments are mere blips on the screen and the important thing is that you are there for him.

[Trina]

Thank you, Tana! I picked the book Jumanji, which was an absolute hit with the kids. I also made brownies, which went over incredibly well. It turned out to be such a fun afternoon.