About 16 months ago my husband was a casualty in the closure of our local office of the company we had both worked for since 2005. At the time we decided it was actually for the good- given his stress level and the fact that we wanted to slow down life a little and let our kids be kids for awhile. He stayed home and we pulled the kids out of daycare to stay home and enjoy their summer.
When fall came around last year, we put the kids back into "school" (Hayley went into kindergarten and Sam went to pre-school). My husband continued to stay home and really became The Director of all Things Home and Kids. He books and shuttles them to doctors, dentists, birthday parties, the library, etc. He also takes care of everything house-related including paying the bills, keeping the kitchen tidy, and helps me take and pickup my drycleaning when the pile becomes so large I need to rent a U-haul.
It has actually worked out quite nicely to have this new division of responsibility. Instead of having two overworked, stressed out, forgetful parents, we now only have me. My husband really keeps our home life on track and I have really enjoyed it.
This summer, we again took the children out of daycare and the three of them jetted all around for a summer of fun. They spent a week in Dallas with some family. Then they spent 3 weeks up in Canada, came home for 2 weeks, then went back for another 3 weeks. They were kids and I have no doubt this summer will go down in their memories as one of the best.
When we were booking their travel for the 2nd trip to Canada we knew we were cutting it close as they were scheduled to return home on Thursday August 9th and school was scheduled to start Monday August 13th. My husband and I knew we would be asking for punishment simply by not giving them much time to adjust to a rigorous schedule before going back to school but we decided to go with it. After all, you're only a kid once right?
So Sunday night, August 5th I decided perhaps it would be good if I at least check out some things about the new school that Hayley was going to attend for first grade. I looked up the school website to try and determine what school hours are. Low and behold, I discovered that school didn't start Monday the 13th. School started WEDNESDAY AUGUST 8th.
Holy crap. I instantly tried finding flights to get them home within 48 hours so I could get her to the first day of school but the cheapest flights were going to total $2100. And why on Earth would school start in the middle of the week I ask?
I decided I would take the hit for not being in tune with the right start date. Someday if she comes to me in tears because she learns that she missed the first day of public first grade I will have to apologize profusely and tell her I was doing her a favor by letting her hang out with her cousins in Canada. In the end I didn't book an emergency flight home, she came home with her dad and sister on the 9th as they planned, we kept her home on Friday and she started on the 13th as I originally thought she would.
But one thing is true, I really did feel pretty crappy about it, especially because I was so confident that I knew when the first day was and I was the one that gave my husband misinformation. I've decided that I really AM Mother of the Year. I guess I need to just butt out and let my husband keep track of the things he is awesome at.
On a side note, since I am traveling so much these days for work I have become the fun parent. I let my kids eat FunDip after their bowl of cereal yesterday at 8:15am. I really am going to be Mother of the Year.