One more thing to blame on Mom and Dad

I am tired this morning and I blame my parents. It is their fault I got up at 6 to get the kids to school by 7:30 because we had a mandatory informational meeting for the co-op they are in. Mandatory. I received several email reminders emphasizing the mandatory-ness of the meeting, so, because of the way my parents raised me, I was at the mandatory meeting, even though I’d predicted the night before I would learn nothing new and the speaker would simply read stuff that is clearly posted on the website, stuff I could read on my own in the comfort of my home, in my jammies.

But I went, because my parents taught me if you sign up for something, you go to all the something’s stuff. Meeting? Go. Practice? Go. Ceremony? Go. And don’t just go; be early. So at 7 this morning I was hustling Michael and Amy out the door so we could be early to the mandatory meeting I knew would be pointless.

Guess what? I was right. And to all my friends who were smart, slept in and didn’t show up: number one, why the heck didn’t you call me and tell me you weren’t going?! And number two, next year, I’m sleeping in, too.

Of course, even as I’m typing those words I know exactly what will happen next year. I’ll be at the stupid meeting. Because like it or not, I’ll hear my parents’ voices in my ear: You signed up; you go to the meeting.

Ugh. I hate being responsible sometimes...

I need a nap.