Yesterday I was at my moms house saying hi to an old friend and chasing after my two children. My mom lovingly looks at me and says, "You're such a good mom Shannon." To which I reply half joking, "I know." We chat with with the friend and it hits me! Kody has a book report due. When was it due? Where is the paper with all the instructions? Shoot.
"Kody- when was your book report due?"
"What? are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I forgot. Everyone else had theirs done today."
"Hurry up and get in the car- we have a book report to do apparently."
At this point we get in the car, and my eyes start to well up with tears. I cannot believe I forgot about this. I never forget stuff like this. The problem was that we had read the book for the report 2 weeks before it was due and I just kind of tucked it away to do another day...Big mistake. On the drive home, I start telling Kody how sorry I am and how it's not his fault etc... I should have remembered this sort of thing etc... From the back seat comes this:
"And you thought you were a good mom. Looks like you spoke too soon!"
Are you kidding me? Thanks a lot Kody. Way to kick me while I'm down. With that comment floating in my head I let the flood gates opened and the rest is history. But wait- it gets worse... Not only was it a book report- it was a book report, a poster board presentation AND an oral report that he had to do from memory! Needless to say, it was a long night.