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.
You go, girl.
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
I actually contemplated doing the same thing, but didn’t have the guts. Good for you.
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.
I love this! You deserve huge points for pulling it off as well.