Yes it's that time.
Time to begin thinking about what to wear, what to say, what to eat so you don't puke.
I have a parent-student-teacher conference today.
To say I'm excited is a gross exaggeration. Gross as in huge, not gross as in gross. I may not be great at spelling, but I'm not to shabby with vocabulary.
What do you say to a teacher who clearly dislikes your child?
I think I'm going to begin with "I apologize that the situation has deteriorated to this. What can I do to repair it? What can my son and I do to help you?"
But that's not what my flesh wants me to say. And for the sake of not giving the deacons any reason to consider excommunication proceedings, I'll keep my thoughts to myself where I harm no one but myself.
Think kind thoughts for me around 3:00pm today.