Lazy Days are Gone

I am lazy. I have no idea how someone as lazy as me ever accomplished anything. Most of my accomplishments are due to my parents, whose incredible work ethic includes working incredibly hard to get me to do anything.

I am a relatively smart person. I figured out early on you can go anywhere you want to go if you sit on the couch long enough and find the right channel. When I did have to physically go places, like college, I did well as possible by doing as little as possible. The method worked for me, until I became a mom.

A mother as lazy as me never would have walked into a co-op preschool. Even if she got trapped doing the co-op for one year because it was the only pre-school that would take her daughter in diapers, she certainly wouldn't sign up for it again. But I just did. There a million reasons to not sign up: the mandatory parenting classes, the enrichment crafts I have to bring, the trash cans I have to empty. It's a lazy person's nightmare. But it is my reality.

As much as I stress about finding someone to watch Owen on the days I have to work, and as miserable as I am walking in circles around Michael's looking for a craft, and as irritated as I am driving to parenting classes on a cold Tuesday night, everything seems worth it as I open the gate to the school and my daughter goes running passed me to her classroom.

She loves her school. And truth be told her mom loves it too. I love watching her learn, I love getting to know her friends, and I love working hard at something that I know is helping to make my daughter a happier child.