As you know, asking for help is difficult for me. Accepting help when it’s offered is almost as difficult. Last week, a nice parent offered to drive Gracie home from one of her many team practices. I smiled and declined the offer, not wanting to be a bother. Taking her home adds roughly two minutes to his trip and saves me and Sarah the hour we spend waiting for practice to end.
Yesterday I said, yes please. She got home safely. Sarah and I were able to get a few things done at home. And then I spent a fair amount of time worrying that I wouldn’t ever be able to make it up to him.
What is wrong with me?
In other news, I had another conference with Sarah’s teacher, which was marginally more positive than our last meeting. I still found myself having to sell positive reinforcement and praise as valuable teaching practices. Which absolutely kills me.
Afterward, my sparkly girl and I went shopping at the school’s book fair. Anyone who tries as hard as she does deserves a poster of a Koala Bear and a funny book about crazy teachers.