Mommy Fudged It!

A while back now during a comical attempt to make Riley's bed, in a fit of frustration, I yelled "AAAAAHHH, Mommy Fudged it!! This sent Riley into hysterics. So, whenever I make a mistake around her she informs me "Mommy fudged it" with a big grin on her face. It's good that she knows I'm human and has a sense of humor about it.

It's normal for even the super-est of super moms to "fudge it" now and then. I've forgotten to send in permission slips and had to run them in the morning of the field trip and that sort of thing. I've failed to properly feed Riley before a visit with her Great Grandma and been sorry. The usual stuff. Been late, been lost, forgotten or failed to plan. Generally, though I'm pretty on the ball.

Today I really fudged it. It's Presidents Day. At least three adults asked me if Mike or Isaac was off for the holiday. Each time I was freshly shocked at the question. I think I muttered "Um, holiday? oh. I don't think so." Well, I checked Friday night and sure enough Isaac was off. Fine, no big deal.

Fast forward to this morning. Mike got up and dressed Riley and got ready for work. He's still driving my car to the office on Mondays. Mike went to the car to look for his phone and heard the crossing guard’s whistle. Oops. I looked it up again, go figure today is President's Day and they do have school, but they're off Friday.

I'm not sure whether I pulled up the wrong school year calendar or assumed the 24th was Monday, but I fudged it. Isaac was out of bed at the time he's normally already at school. It was chaos. He moves at the speed of light all the time, but when you tell him to hurry he's molasses' slower cousin. It's maddening.

Everyone survived my goof. They always seem to. Strange that a little boy who lives to correct people never argued when I mentioned his long weekend...busted. Tardies under the bridge I suppose.