The Fish Tank

I noticed I hadn't spent much time with my middle guy. I was aching for some one-on-one time with him. I told him we needed a date and said a little prayer that God would enable me some extra time with my favorite red-head. We went to Back-to-School night and I signed up to be my youngest's room mom. He had begged me to be more present at school and I thought this was the best way to fulfill his request. A couple of weeks later, I received a phone call asking if instead of being my second grader's room mom, I would be the room mom for my third grader. No one had signed up to help in his class and they were stuck. This is the second time this exact scenario had happened. My poor youngest born. I agreed to the gig even though I knew my little guy was going to be disappointed. Honestly, I was a little bummed as well. I had already fulfilled my room mom duties for my oldest two. It was my baby's turn. Flash forward a day or two and I realized what had just happened. I p...