I feel like I need to go into some long rambling explanation about how busy I’ve been and apologize for not writing much lately, but screw that. It happens. I’m here now.
So now that school is out, all of us dual working parents are now in the throes of summer day camp hell or heaven depending on your perspective. Nightly lunch and snack making routines remain unchanged.
This week my son is at the local university sport camp. It’s great. I just walk across the road to pick him up… well, more like run like an unwieldy camel with my purse hanging lopsidedly over my back because I lost track of time and am a teensy bit late.
Last night as I was unpacking his bag I found a surprise. There are often “surprises” in the backpack, but this one was a pair of underwear that I know did not belong to him. I asked him about it. Apparently it “fell in his backpack.”
I have my suspicions. Did he beat a kid up and steal his underwear? Has he developed a gambling problem and won the underwear in a game of Pokemon? Did he find them on the ground and think “cool, I found some underwear and a stick, I’ll bring them home?” How does a pair of underwear “fall into a backpack?”
And a more important question. What do I do with said pair of underwear? Why is parenting always so full of questions that there is no way to prepare for?