Stay up until 1:30 a.m. baking cookies for the class Christmas party? No problem, I'm happy to help.

Get up at 6:00 a.m. to help pack the cookies? Well, alright, but let's hurry because I'm tired.

Call at 7:10 to tell me you forgot the cookies, and to please bring them to school? Nope. I'm sorry. That is where I draw the line.

I've been very tolerant lately. She left her money for Santa's Secret Shop in the van on the last day it was open. So I took it to her. That was Friday.

She forgot her Student Planner on Tuesday, and I let it slide because it was the last day of her 3-week priorities probation, and I didn't want her to have gone through that huge length of time with no mistakes, and nothing to show for it. Plus, I took it back to the school for her.

She forgot to tell me that she needed a packed lunch because she was going on a field trip. I packed one and took it to her.

It feels like the little things are getting out of hand, and it has to stop. And I'm starting with the cookies.

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