#1: The weekly school email last week shared information that the school needs cardboard donations for the Global Cardboard Challenge.
#2: Now that he is in 3rd grade, Justin has a planner at school and every day he has to write down what he does throughout the day and reminders that he will need throughout the week.
So, that's where tonight's story begins. Actually the story begins earlier this morning when Jeremy got home from 72 hours straight at the firehouse to find a huge unkempt pile of cardboard food boxes in the kitchen. I asked him to break them down and put them in a plastic sack for the boys to take to school. Go me!! Contributed to a school project. My kids must really idolize me. Justin will be a hero today for bringing a variety of cardboard boxes of processed foods.
OR, maybe not. Tonight we were "doing backpacks." It's our nightly routine of people pulling various papers out of their backpacks and throwing them out me at astounding rates as I try to thumb through them all and see what needs to be kept, read, applauded, corrected, returned, trashed, or in tonight's case blogged.
I have to sign Justin's planner every night. I open it up to find this:
That's right. Today was Humiliation Day. Or rather Humiliatoin Day. Who knew? It begs the obvious question. So, ummm J, what's up with Humiliation Day? His response was well, humiliating.
"Oh yeah, that. Well Max and I decided today was humiliation day because no one knew why I brought that bag of trash to school. Mrs. Nelson said 'Uhhhhh, I don't think we need it but I guess I can check on it.'. They just need box tops." We asked him what she did with it and he said it was still sitting there at the end of the day.
My kid was so humiliated that he named a day for it. Parenting. Fail. Jeremy and I have not laughed this hard in a very, very long time.
Note: I double checked the school email and they do in fact want cardboard for the schools by mid-October. I was just ahead of the game. Boom!
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