Are You Kidding Me?

John always laughs at me because whenever I am very frustrated I let out a big "Are You Kidding Me?? "For example, if one of the kids has an accident in their pants, you will hear "are you kidding me"...if I walk in on them drawing on the wall....... "are you kidding me"..... if anyone makes me really mad ... "are you kidding me"...... It's a Veronica thing, I can't help it. The phrase comes out before I even have a chance to assess the situation.

I had the HUGEST "are you kidding me" moment this week. Even huger than being pregnant. I mean, I LOVE being pregnant. I am good at it I think. No complaining from me, no morning sickness, only swelled with one of the kids, skin looks great, I can even rock stilettos for the entire 9 months (which made my boss and mom and grandmother, very nervous going up and down stairs). Now the pain of natural child birth, that is different all together....goodness gracious, I mean really, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!??" I must admit that what I am going to tell you is even worse than the nightmare that is to push something so big from your va-jay-jay!! To me anyway.

Two nights ago or so I was doing what I have mentioned before as the "nightly marathon", this is where I get everything for the kids ready for the next day. This includes going through Tyler's back pack and sending back any signed forms to school that the teacher may need. There inside his red folder was "the" paper of all papers. It was a list of dates and times, on it I was to select my first, second and third choice of appointments to meet with his teacher for a first quarter conference. OK I thought, I will think about this. I went on to make his lunch.

Then I finally sat down for a moment, I thought to myself, I really need a Martini for this. I have to go to a parent teacher conference. I mean really? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!?? How fricken old am I? How old is he? When the hell did this happen, and really, where was I? It was just yesterday (OK so it was really 5 years ago) I was crying over FINALLY getting a positive pregnancy test, and now here I am ready to attend his first scary parent teacher conference.

I remember when mom had to go to school for me, but not in Kindergarten, for some reason, I don't remember these conferences until I was in middle school. I wondered, will they tell her I sneak in lip stick and put it on when I get here? Will they mention that the skirts that are way too short for school, I hide in my back back and change into it when I get here? How about that time I was passing notes?! It was so scary, but it always worked out. Now here I am, having to go to another one of these things after all these years. Except this time I am on the other side of that desk, not waiting for Mom in the hall. It is just as frightening.

After the initial shock of it, I got better. I am excited to know how he is doing and coping with school. He is too young to be doing anything terrible, (at least one would hope), but if he is shoving play dough up his nose, not sharing, talking out of turn, or something like that, I do want to know. I will walk to his class room, lovingly sit him outside the classroom with a book to read, and tell him to quietly wait for me while I speak to Mrs. Smith, give him a kiss, and probably even get choked up. I cant believe I am here. This is my life. I love it. It is crazy wonderful. But again, seriously, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!

* Oh yes, and by the way, the week hasn't gotten any better. I am now going to a PTA meeting (OK stop laughing!!) on 09/30/08, my first ever. I hope it will not be my last, I want to be involved, but in all honesty, I will let you know after the thirtieth!!