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Thank God for elementary school teachers. Especially when you are an expatriate mom invited to be a parent chaperone.
Lucy pulls a note from her backpack and hands it to me.
“Crap.” I crumple the note and throw it in the garbage. Then I pull it out and sign my name on the parent chaperone line.
“You don’t have to be a parent chaperone,” my husband says.
Right. I work from home, I’m available. Moms know it, teachers know it, our kids know it. I could stay home and stay sane and our kids will talk it out with therapists in the future. My mom moved me to Africa and then wouldn’t even go to the animal refuge with my class.
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