Just as I got to thinking I was pretty damn hot for being able to help teach a Kindergarten class with a five month old baby strapped to my chest this morning… This happens.

Upon leaving the Kindegarten yard to day I overheard another mom say to her son, “We need to work on your instrument project tonight.”

A project whose directions I had seen posted on a pole outside my son’s classroom. So I got it in my head that we should probably do the same.

That afternoon I found an almost empty cookie carton. Dumped the contents into a Ziploc bag. Gave him some paint and foam stickers with glitter on them. Let him turn it into a drum.

Went inside to nurse the baby and only one side of it fell victim to his sister’s LOVE of handling the big scissors when no one is looking. But he was still satisfied with its ability to be a drum. So no real harm done.

I however, could not find the damn directions that I distinctly recall having the words GOING HOME TODAY plastered on them. And yet there was nothing in yesterday’s papers or today’s. Convinced I was missing something I searched three more piles before it came to me.

The project was not for HIS class. But the other teacher’s class that lines up at the pole outside HIS classroom.

And his real homework? Look around your house for things that start with the same letter as your name. His name starts with a Z!