Last Friday was the kids annual Jog-a-Thon. I am sure every parent with a child in school understands the particular level of awkwardness this brings. You can thank me now, my friends, that I don’t send my adorable children to you door asking you to give them money for running around their school playground. You’re welcome.
It’s a great cause, it truly is. It supports our local PTO which has paid for things like this amazing new playground, Missoula Children’s Theater and more. Chuck and I always donate but we don’t send our kids asking for donations. And of course, I always show up to cheer my kids on and take pictures, and usually freeze in the cold, drizzle.
This year it was warm and sunny for a change. Trying to figure out how to watch five kids in five separate classes at three different times (and join one for lunch) is more daunting than the Matrix. I showed the schedule to Tilly and as we hovered over the Jog-a-thon pamphlet like early explorers mapping out the New World.
Or something like that.
Apollo and I arrived to bask in the sun. Mordecai and Jubliee’s classes were first (Mordecai couldn’t run- he hadn’t been cleared by the surgeon yet- so he punched cards). We cheered. We smiled. We clapped. Apollo ran. And ran. And ran some more.
Then Apollo came up to me and said, “Mom, we missed Hezekiah running!”
“No we didn’t!” I said. “He runs next.”
Except he didn’t. His class was the first (of my children) to run and I wasn’t there. Yeah, I felt like a real heel.
So we watched all four of the other children run and had lunch with Mordecai and his class. Poor Hezekiah.
So there you have it, last week’s parent fail.
Do you have any parent fails to share? Or am I the only one?