Last year I earned the title of "meanest mom EVER" because I, in a haze of giving birth to Penelope, did not carefully read one newsletter that came home from school well enough to see that junior cheerleader registration was happening. I didn't see it; therefore, Olivia did not get to participate. And, according to her, EVERYONE ELSE in the entire world not only read the newsletter but also registered their daughter and they got to participate, and Olivia didn't, and what is wrong with me, why am I such a mean mom?!
HOW COULD I HAVE WRONGED MY CHILD LIKE THAT?!
I had to hear about the cool jackets they got, the hair bow, the poms, and how they got to hang out with the high school girls and it was SO MUCH FUN, but Olivia wouldn't know because she clearly was not there.
I heard about it for months, you guys. Months.
So THIS YEAR, I not only read every single newsletter, but I signed her up. I know. I did it, despite the fact this would all be starting right when I'd be giving birth to Lucy but who cares about mom because by fucking god- we are getting to cheerleading this year, come hell or high water.
Even if I haven't been dubbed BEST MOM EVER yet. She's a tough customer, this one.