It is 7:23 AM. Upper School Parent Day starts in less than an hour.
I am happily working at my computer when Mate stumbles in, bleary eyed. He had the post-movie pickup duty last night...
Mate: So, what are we doing?
Me: About what?
Mate: Upper School Parent Day.
Me: You are NOT actually considering not going?
Mate: We've met two of his teachers already!
Me: (Torn) We have NEVER missed one before.
Mate: I think we would grow as people if we lived in the anxiety of not going.
Me: (Laughing). No, seriously. Isn't it a dereliction of duty to not go?
Me: I'm waiting.
Mate: I know. I'm thinking.
Mate: I don't know. I think there are a lot of ways to be a slacker as a parent, but missing a ten minute synopsis of Life Skills is not one of them.
Me: It's true that I never actually learn that much at these things and there is no time...
Mate: (Interrupting) Would your mother go?
Me: I doubt it.
Mate: Look how well you turned out.
Me: (Looking at him disbelievingly - he has conveniently forgotten all those years of therapy) ... it's true there is no time to actually talk to the teachers so in a way, I go as much to BE SEEN than I do to get anything out of it. I don't want to be seen as a slacker mother and have some vain hope that the teachers will pay more attention to Youngest if I show up.
Mate: I don't think he needs our help in that area.
This is very true.
Me: Don't you have some sense of obligation?
Mate: Yes, I do. But I am fighting it with every fiber of my being. Because I'd rather stay home and work.
Me: (Conflicted) ARGH!
Help us, dear readers-if-there-are-any-of-you-still-out-there, you're our only hope. What should we do?
PS Since I am clearly abandoning my youngest for the joys of my newest pursuit, come see how great it is...