Heading into Vancouver to start off my final year of school with typical mix n’ match: this evening I’ll be meeting with a book club about Sima, and then tomorrow begins another clinical intensive. I’m feeling all out of sorts about leaving the girls–I’m only in Vancouver until Friday, but I know it’s going to be a busy semester with a busy clinic and who knows when I’ll ever be home.
It’ll be fine. I know it’ll be fine. It’s just that I hate transitions. But then, who doesn’t?
I called Eva’s school this morning. Actually, I’ve called 3 times in the last week, but thank goodness they’d never know that since I never give my name. Because I am That Mother. My questions are innocent enough: When is the 1st day of school? (Next Monday.) Must I really register my daughter for the 3rd time in person? (For me they made an exception. So, okay, I did have to reveal my name there.) Finally: That meet-the-teacher picnic, what time exactly?
Underlying them all: Are we going to be the parents who can never make anything because Jordan teaches & I have clinic? How is one supposed to pull this off, exactly?
We’ll figure it out. Meantime: for my American readers & in the spirit of Back to School, the Word of the Day is: Dou Tang.
Okay, so it’s two words. Here’s a hint: they’re on Eva’s school supply list, and though I’ve held one a hundred times I never knew a word for it in American English. Guesses?
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