Another Tear in my Supermom Cape

Now that my mom has taken over the daycare duties and I'm no longer choosing jobs based on how long The Ladies will be at the babysitter's, I've been working a lot more. Nearly full time, in fact. Which is great from a financial standpoint, but it's been a long time since I worked these kind of hours--in fact, back then I only had one Lady, not two--and I'd forgotten how complicated it can all be. For the most part I've been on top of it. Lunches have been made, homework done, agendas (mostly) signed. And, until today, everyone's had clean underwear.

I knew that it was Diva Girl's swimming field trip today. I knew that because I was working, we would be leaving the house at 7:30 this morning. I thought I had it all under control. Last night I made lunches for both of us and laid out our clothes, congratulating myself on remembering to put out Diva Girl's swimsuit and to roll her underwear inside her towel before putting it in her swim bag. After all, there are few things worse when you are eight years old than having everyone see your underwear. This morning, we were even up and out of the house with five minutes to spare; I even remembered our lunches. The swim bag, however, was left hanging from the door knob. Where I discovered it when I got home this afternoon.

Oops.

I don't have any real objections to "going commando," but it's hard to imagine something more emblematic of falling down on the motherhood job than sending your child to school with an unfurnished basement. Really, in the grand scheme of things, forgetting to send your kids' lunch to school pales in comparison with forgetting to send her underpants. At least I'd given in on the tankini front so I could console myself that while she might have spent part of the day with a damp bottom, London and France hadn't gone totally unrepresented.

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Oh ha ha ha ha ha - my daughter's school banned the wearing of togs to school on swim day due to the outbreak of such parental negligence!