I don't know why seeing my kids with a school locker feels like such a big deal...but it does. Maybe it's because I can remember when I had a locker and it felt so cool...and so stressful at first. I swear they make those things hard to open on purpose. So many numbers and so many rules about the spinning and directions. Rude. It's no problem for Lucy though. In fact at parent teacher conferences (where all her teachers of course raved about her) she showed me not just her locker. . .but two other friends' lockers as well! Like inside! She knows (and can remember) their codes. They leave cute notes for each other and they all have their lockers decorated with cute pictures and great quotes.
One girl even had a locker rug.
I'm not joking.
I was thinking to myself that I could never keep track of 3 different locker combinations, when I remembered that I actually keep track of a lot numbers. Like a lot a lot.
I know the birth day, month, and year for all 7 Pughs...and their birth weight to the ounce. My social, Chad's social, my bank account, my 14-digit library card # and pin (probably most proud of that one). My cell, Chad's cell, Jack's cell (though I always mix up the 5 and the 2) Marian's cell, our home # (which is really is just for telemarketers and for my kids to call and rat on each other while Chad and I are gone for date night). My parent's home phone (which they no longer have). Chad's parent's home phone (which they also no longer have). My dad's old work number and the childhood home phones of Lindsay Eldredge, Jenny Osborne, and Kristen Eliason...which their parents probably got rid of too. Rude. I used to know by heart two different credit card numbers along with their expiration dates and pins till some punk stole my purse out of my locked car. Still mad. Mostly at this point because now I have to go get my credit card before I can buy stuff online...unless of course it's Amazon. Then I'm all set. Also Paypal face recognition has really simplified my life.
Wow, that was quite the tangent. But a tangent that I'm pretty sure most moms can relate to. There are so many numbers that we are expected to pull out at the drop of a hat and I'm not gonna lie, every time I call the pediatrician about a sick kid it feels like a test of whether or not I am a good mom.
Pediatrician's receptionist: Child's name and date of birth?
Me: so and so, numbers numbers numbers
Pediatrician's receptionist: That is correct. You pass. You are a good mom.
Me: Nailed it!
As a side note. The twins birthdate is 12/12/12 and whenever I give that to a receptionist and she doesn't even bat an eye or comment on how cool that is, I assume she either has no personality or is really depressed in her job. If Anne of Green Gables was the receptionist she would go off on how amazing that birthday is and that they are twins on top of that!
Basically, Lucy is doing awesome in middle school and I am unreasonably proud of all the numbers I keep track of in my head. The end.
p.s.
Lucy's 1st locker was on the top row.
Had to get that changed right away because no matter how well you know the numbers...if you can't see them,
it does you no good
