Today was just about an all around weird day. I hate those days where I get all embarrassed because it would appear to any sane person that I am losing my mind.  Because I think I am. And just when I thought I had it all covered.

School starts tomorrow, but both Cheryl and Eva had orientations today. (Or so I thought.) Cheryl headed over to her school in her squeaky shoes  and all seemed to go well with her. Eva was at her dad’s so I called him to remind him that Eva had to be in the school gym at 11:00am to get her schedule. He called me around 11:15 to tell me, “I dropped her off and Eva just called to say that there is no orientation today. ”

“What do you mean?”  I replied in disbelief. “It says very clearly on the newsletter that the 7th grade orientation is TODAY at 11:am.”  It turns out Eva is in 8th grade. Isn’t that pathetic? I forgot what grade my kid is  in. Wait. It gets worse.

Since it was the last official day of summer, I decided to take all the kids and their friends to a water park in San Jose. We packed the car with towels, beach chairs and sunscreen and made the 45 minute trek to Raging Waters. It was closed. The parking lot was desolate. I couldn’t believe it. I felt like Chevy Chase  in National Lampoon’s Vacation pulling up to Walley World. Bummer. As a consolation prize to the kids, I let Sophia and Mark, who both have their driving permits, drive around the empty parking lot. We drove home and got ice cream and hung out at my sister’s pool.

On the way home the girls decided to make dinner. They rode their bikes to the store and got ingredients to make Puttanesca. It should be interesting because they are asking me questions like, “What’ s a skillet?” and “What does simmer mean?”  We’ll see. Tune in tomorrow and I’ll let you know how everything turned out.