There's a moment in the trailer for the soon-to-be-released Sarah Jessica Parker comedy, I Don't Know How She Does It, that made me laugh so hard I almost started to weep. I wasn't totally crazy about the book (especially the ending) - and I'm not sure I'm willing to fork over $40 bucks to the babysitter to go see the movie (except maybe to review it for this blog) - but the trailer really hit a chord.
To be precise, it's the scene at 1:32 (in the official trailer) that totally slayed me. The SJP character, a high-flying, hard charging, working mom who's struggling - in a completely over-the-top way - to manage motherhood, marriage and her career, receives an awful text message on her way into an important business meeting:
KIDS SENT HOME WITH LICE. GET CHECKED!
She then proceeds to scratch her head in panic during the entire meeting.
I can relate. We're three days into the school year (undeterred by the "hurriquake" ) and already I'm dreading a similar text or call. For good reason. We've had lice six times in three years. In pre-school and elementary school. Basically, every October and May. Really. SIX TIMES IN THREE YEARS!