You are a fraud failure.

Favorite quote of all time from Rubin and Ed.

Basically that’s what I’m facing now. So as I stand here pantless, less than 3 minutes to get pants on, get the kid up and dressed and out the door to whatever punishment we all can expect from a Tuesday, I just want to cry.

My son is failing almost every class he’s taking. And I feel like I should just call the Nanny National Guard to come and rescue him. This is all my fault and I have no idea how to fix it. You can google a million times over how this might be normal or that you just need to be a little more disciplined, less opened and free-range approach. Free-range and middle schoolers don’t seem to go hand-in-hand. So what do I do now?

A downward spiral seems unproductive, but that’s where my mind goes. I legit would rather run down to the PT’s Pub and put a few songs in the jukebox and sink in some suds than confront my boy about getting his work turned in. It’s such a bummer.

Intent for today. Don’t panic. Don’t spiral.