A couple of months ago there was a note in Rylee’s cubby at school. I don’t remember the exact wording now, but it said something about Miss Sarah {her teacher} putting a mailbox {AKA empty tissue box with the word “mailbox” on it…3 year olds are SO gullible} on the window sill of their classroom and parents are welcome to leave notes for their kids that would be read aloud during circle time {remember this part, it will be important soon}.

“CUTE!” I thought. I took the note home and after it got shuffled between the counter, kitchen table and island a few times {I am so my father’s daughter} it must have mades it’s way into the recycle…where I proceeded to completely forget about it.

Now, fast forward to last week at school pick-up. I head to the big room to pick Ry up and we head into her classroom to grab her things. But, on this day, she got to be the LINE LEADER and had to take me over to the little pouch on the wall to show me that her name was in it!

Seriously! So! Exciting!

While we’re standing there chatting about how TOOL {cool} it was to be the line leader, in what I can now only assume is the spot the have their circle time, mid sentence she stops, puts her little hands on her little hips, lets out a little sigh/grunt and says totally distraught “I don’t get no mail ever!”

Forget about the fact that that was a total double negative…it only took about 2.5 seconds to sink in…and I felt like a big fat jerk and about 3 inches tall.

MOM FAIL!

Every other kid in my daughter’s class has been getting “mail” in their mailbox but her.

Fast forward again to drop off this morning.

There was a note stuffed into that empty facial tissue box mailbox.

She better love it.

Old pic, but this is SO what her attitude was summed up in photo form! She was PISSED!