1.) I put away all the summer clothes and pulled out all the winter clothes. This included switching out my summer purse for my winter purse. My grandmother would surely have rolled over in her grave if I hadn’t done this. She would have no more considered carrying the same purse year-round than she would have worn white shoes after Labor Day or gone out her front door without lipstick. I’m still a slacker in the lipstick department, but I’m trying, Granny!
2.) I remained calm when I couldn’t locate my ten-year-old when I went to pick him up at an all-day drama camp. Inside, I was already hashing out a plan for a multi-state search with the FBI kidnapping specialists, but I appeared to be calmly waiting for my child’s skit, even though all the other kids his age had already performed, the actors in the last skit had just been introduced (no Jack) and I hadn’t seen him at all since I’d arrived. Turns out they’d bumped him up to the middle school group, he’d told them his name was John, and he was wearing a full beard and mustache. SIGH!
3.) I got through Jack’s parent-teacher conferences successfully. It actually went quite well. He and I chatted cheerfully on the way home about how well he was adjusting to his new school, what enthusiastic teachers he has, and what wonderful suggestions they had for him. WHEW! And I was just hoping for a conference I could drive home from without pulling off the road because my hysterical sobbing was blurring my vision. It’s all about adjusting your expectations.