So I attended the Room Parent Orientation this morning at my daughter's elementary school. I had to keep checking to make sure I didn't have an enormous coffee stain on my shirt, or if I'd left the fly down on my jeans.
But of course, it wasn't my shirt (perfectly conservative thank you very much) or my jeans gathering all the curious and speculative looks...it was my genes. What exactly was a ol' XYer doing in a cafeteria full of room-moms?
Can you in the back hear me?
I was doing the same thing they were, getting involved with our children's infinitely important school years.
Shocking, I know.
And actually, I'm a rank amateur at the gig. The stay-at-home dad of one of my daughter's friend has three kids, and still does a better job of keeping his house in order.
I've learned SO MUCH from him, and from my other friends here. All these little tricks of the trade.
I have to admit, I'm getting better, a little better, all the time.