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Rebel Without a Cause, or Wine, or Cheese

I did some serious gunning for parent of the year tonight.

Tonight was the school’s annual “wine and cheese” party. Babysitting was provided by the middle school students, and after a full day of work and two hours “coaching” Sam’s lego league team, I grabbed Rory and Wyatt from the actual babysitter and prepared to transfer them to the middle school team. (Lily came separately, with a friend’s mom.)

I promised them a bouncy house. There was none. I delivered them at 5:50, telling myself that I really thought I’d seen something about pizza somewhere. I hadn’t. I waved cheerfully, telling them I was off to the school’s “wine and cheese.”

I wasn’t.

Rob and I had a lovely dinner, just the two of us, before returning for our hungry, non-bounced children. And then we took them for pizza, kind of reveling in our feeble blow against, I dunno, the Man.

Sorry, guys, sometimes Daddy and I just have to fight against the evil forces of conforming to societal expectations, and you’re all we’ve got.


5 Responses to “Rebel Without a Cause, or Wine, or Cheese”

  1. Jess says:

    I stopped going to the wine and cheese party a couple of years ago when the wine caused a mother to go after me for my homework load.

    I support you.

    xo

  2. Megan says:

    I actually contemplated doing the same thing, but didn’t have the guts. Good for you.

  3. KJ (aka Lola Granola) says:

    see, I’d have gone if I thought I would get to talk to you, but I was pretty sure you would be surrounded by liquored-up moms.

  4. J. says:

    I love this! You deserve huge points for pulling it off as well.

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