I got an email from Monkey Boy’s summer program today. My stomach is in knots. I feel sick. I am in a full-on Mommy psychotic state.
A TALENT SHOW?!? He’s five! He has no talent… if you don’t count the exceptional ability to drive me crazy.
Look people, I did my best during your red shirt/bring-a-nickel-for-a-charity days. I survived field-trip shirts and water-play/flip-flop meltdowns.
Have you forgotten he came to Luau Day as a white-trash mainlander because I forgot to get him an appropriate costume? On Disco Day, he wore his Blue Angels shirt, and I told him he was a College Republican.
This is just too much. I cannot teach my no-talent kid a performance-worthy act in ten days! This is just.mean.