Tallulah is doing The March of Dimes reading thing.
I tried to avoid it by throwing away her envelope.
Because they had pictures the 2nd week of school.
And on the 3rd week, Oliver had a fundraiser.
And on the 4th week, Oliver had pictures.
And on the 5th week, Oliver had a book fair.
And now Tallulah has The March of Dimes.
And Oliver has a Band fundraiser.
And next week is her book fair.
And that weekend is the school “Family Fun Day”.
And Dad has yet to offer any monetary contributions to all of this.
Therefore I’m broke.
So I threw the envelope away.
And Tallulah went to school the next day, told her teacher she had lost the envelope and got a new one.
Then she came home and read 5 books.
And last night, she read 13 more.
And tonight she’s planning on at least 2 more (but that’s only if she can’t find more than that).
Who is this child??
How did I end up with this overachieving perfectionist??
I may be a little anal now that I'm an adult, but that’s mostly because I’m lazy.
I don’t want to have to look for shit. So I want it left where I can find it easily.
And I don’t want to have to iron, so I want the clothes put away just so.
And I hate having to spray for ants and roaches, so I want the damn dishes done and the counters wiped down.
But its only because I’m lazy, and the alternative to doing things my way is more work. And I hate more work.
So how did my daughter turn out to be overeager??
But she’s been this way since birth.
When she was 18 months old she used to line up her Scooby Doo figures and put all the Daphnes together, and all the Freds together and the Velmas and the Shaggys and the Scoobys. All in one perfectly straight little line.
I don’t get it. It baffles me.
I also love it.
Because life will be so much easier for her.
She won’t have to work super hard to make sure that she remembers the due dates for things so that she can be sure and do it the night before.
Everything will be completed and tidy 2 days after it was assigned.
And she won’t have to worry about people randomly showing up at her house and seeing it messy.
Because it will never be messy.
And she won’t have to feel self-conscious about how she looks.
Because her hair is always fixed and her clothes always match.
I’m happy for her.
But I don’t get her.