I suck at this parenting thing...

Last night was proof of that.

I had heard through the grapevine that soccer sign-ups were last night. Then, of course, I get a rambling phone call on Tuesday night (i.e. the night before the meeting) from the Cub Scout lady that JJ has a den meeting on Wed. night as well. The meeting was to begin at 6:30*rambleramble*stutter*at St.somethingchurch*rambleramble*stutter*earn badges*rambleramble*see you there.

Well, alrighty then. I rush home to pick JJ up after work and get him into his Cub Scouts uniform. Only he's not home. He went to town with my MIL. I track them down (Thank God for cell phones) and she agrees to meet me at The Shadow's babysitter. I gather his scout uniform and ran back out the door.

I get to the babysitters and quick make JJ change. We hop in the car and drive to the hall where soccer sign ups are supposed to be, but no one is around. Scratch that plan.

I speed toward the town that his scout meeting is in, but fate, it was totally fucking with me last night. I got behind every stinking slow looky-loo around. I was so frustrated. I yelled out "Son of a BITCH!!!" and guess what came from the mouth of The Shadow.....Bietch!!! Bietch!!! His new word. Thank you, mother of the year. I then got a lecture from JJ about how I can't talk like that anymore since he is going to Catholic school next year. Guilt on top of shame. Thanks for that.

Did I mention that? He got into Catholic school! Hooray!!! More about that later.

We arrive at St.something church at 6:30 for said meeting and a group of parents are standing around. Parents. No children. WTF??? So. I ask them what's going on and they tell me their phone call said it was a parent's meeting. I swear the lady told me to bring JJ to earn badges. Is she trying to make me look like a fool? I'm already feeling like an idiot about the soccer sign up thing.

Turns out, the meeting didn't start until 7 and it was a parent meeting. To watch a video for an hour on how to spot signs of abuse. No freaking thank you. I was out of there. I got up and left. And they made me feel like a jack ass for doing it. I am reconsidering this whole Cub Scouts thing even though JJ hasn't even been to one meeting. They are so damn unorganized and the leader is like 90 and looks like he will drop dead any minute.

Ugh. I feel like a total loser mom.