I know, I know. Some of you are operating under the delusion that I have my act together. Let me quickly dispel that notion.
I made a discovery today, are you ready?
Today is TUESDAY. Yes, that's right, it's TUESDAY. The day following Monday, which was a holiday.
So, though it may feel like Monday, trust me, it is indeed TUESDAY.
And, if it makes you feel better, know that I came to that brilliant conclusion exactly 10 minutes before we were expected to meet with the D/HoH teacher, while I was calmly meandering downstairs, considering our plans for lunch. Which ended up involving a drive-through with a Big Yellow M above it, squeezed in between 1pm sign language and 2pm piano lesson, children eating in my van (normally forbidden), and me throwing out encouraging and edifying comments like, "If you'd just chew faster you could finish that second hamburger before we get to the top of the hill," and "Of course hamburgers are nutritious, they've got all the food groups in one tidy package," and "We'll just count ketchup as the vegetable," and "Don't be such a sissy about seat belts, we need Wyatt's music bag from the back of the van," and "No, I'm not speeding, it just feels like we're going faster because... because you're chewing."
Possibly I'm out of the running for "Mother of the Year."
But the good news is that I did remember to mention to Wyatt's piano teacher that the day she's chosen for the end-of-year recital just happens to be Gunnar's and my dad's birthdays. So whatever piece she'd like Wyatt to learn for the recital, we'd also like to add the birthday song, which he's already learned. She's all over it.
But Wyatt, being troublesome, then announced that the way he learned it (weeks ago) is much too babyish for an advanced pianist, such as himself. Because, you know, he's been taking lessons for all of four months. She gently explained to him that the more advanced version would require playing chords with his left hand while picking up his right hand and moving it about the keyboard, which may possibly be difficult to manage at this stage of the game.
He's contemplating that. But not happy.
I told him that I would photocopy the "baby" version from his book, and see if I could dress it up a bit, keeping it within his reach.
We shall see.