Since Adam has been home, he's been helping a lot with the child raising situation...giving me somewhat of a "break." Every Tuesday, Bryce comes home with his Tuesday Communication Folder. All of the paperwork is distributed then, and you sign stating that you've received it. Adam has signed it two Tuesday's in a row, and needless to say, it hasn't gone off without a hitch.
We spent the past few days in the mountains of California celebrating a great friend's wedding, and have had virtually no cell phone reception or internet. Occasionally, my phone will beep, and I can read emails. I got one from Bryce's teacher stating that he's missing a permission slip for a field trip, and that it was due that day. Since we were in California, that was pretty impossible. I told Adam that he better find a way to contact her, and then went on with the wedding day festivities.
Fast forward to tonight:
As I'm catching up on my emails, Adam asks if I'm almost done...
Me: Almost. Let me just email Bryce's teacher about the field trip. Actually, why don't you email her?
Adam: Nope. I already left her an intoxicated voicemail at the wedding.
As is the story of my life...