I know it sounds ridiculous, but now that our daughter only wants to wear store-bought jeans and T-shirts, I’m having a bit of an identity crisis. When school is back in session, I won’t be the mom who sews cute dresses with matching hair bows.
I am exhausted. Truly. We are in parental damage control mode, where it’s all about just surviving the next month and getting to the finish line that is Sept. 8 – the first day of school.
Charge me triple for school supply fees. Ask me to buy hazmat suits for the class. Enlist me to be a volunteer bus monitor to make sure kids keep their masks on. Anything. Seriously, I will accommodate literally any request, as long as my kids can return to school and have a mostly normal life again.