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Making lemonade

I had a maddening mommy moment today.

Yesterday another mom texted me to verify that it was “feast” day (where the parents all bring a food item so the kids can have a special lunch party and we don’t have to pack our kids a lunch) at the preschool because she didn’t make her son a lunch. I told her it wasn’t until Wednesday and Thursday, so she had to scramble to catch her hubby at home so he could pack a lunch for their kid.

So I get to the school today, confident in my knowledge that it is feast day, with no lunch packed for Fussypants and overhear one of the teachers telling another parent that it’s not a “feast” party it’s a “snack” party.

WTF?

So I say,” Really? Because that wasn’t my understanding and I know another mom who didn’t pack her son a lunch either” (but she hadn’t brought her kid to school yet so I had no back up). And the teacher says in the most condescending way, “If you didn’t need to bring Fussypants a lunch, then we would have put up a note”.

Well la-de-da and FU too. By the way, I only thought that, I didn’t say it. It’s a Christian preschool so I kept my mouth shut. For once.

Now out of the three teachers in my son’s room, she is my least favorite. We’ve just never made a connection, probably because she doesn’t engage and is more like a greeter than a teacher, “Hi, have a nice day, see you tomorrow” is really the most I ever hear from her. She never talks to me about my son, like the other two teachers do. And when I ask her questions about him she answers in really short sentences. It’s painful.

So now I’m really ticked off. One of my main duties as a parent is to make sure my child is fed and he has no flipping lunch. And the teacher made me feel like an a-hole for not knowing.

I’m already late for work but I race to the store to buy him lunchables and apples and a drink. I also bought a bag of frozen peas to keep it all cold because there is no fridge (and made a mental note to let Fussypants know he didn’t have to eat those for lunch – because he would have had a fit if he thought he had to eat an entire bag of peas). And a bottle of wine. For me. For later.

As I’m paying, the check-out kid cards me. Which gets my attention. Because I’m 41. And stressed. Which adds years to your face.

When he looked at my ID, he says, “Wow, you don’t look anywhere near 41″.

Bonus. Even though life had given me lemons that morning, my day got a little better. Just like that.

Sometimes, it’s all about making lemonade.

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Moms Rule – the egg drop

Often I write about something funny my kids did or said or I’m posting pictures because my far-away family wants to see the kids. And lately it seems like I mostly lament about my bad mommy moments.

But not today! Today I am going to share a good mommy moment. A moment where I rocked it, after a slight stumble. But I landed on my feet and that is the important aspect of this share.

So, Fussypants had to bring an egg to school for an egg drop. Wrapped and protected so it wouldn’t break on the fall. We were informed weeks in advance, I put the reminder  notice where we’d see it and discussed it with hunky hubby because let’s be honest, egg protection outside my womb is not my territory. What do I know about designing and constructing something like that? The answer is very little. That was to be his job.

So the day of the big egg drop came…and guess what? We freaking forgot about it. I got Fussypants all the way to school before realizing we didn’t have the darn egg .The reminder notice? Buried under all the other reminder notices and hunky hubby had kept the kids home the day before because Grandma came to visit so we didn’t get the last minute mention from his teacher. I felt like a loser, Fussypants was so bummed and when I told my husband (he was at work) he texted me back that it made his heart hurt. Crap. It was a less than stellar parenting moment but we got a do-over, the egg drop was to be TWO days!

Only problem? Hubby was working so I had to construct the egg cage all.by.my.self.

Delving deep into my limited crafting skills, I used a tissue box and secured the egg into an empty toilet paper roll so it wouldn’t move around. Then, on hubby’s suggestion, I padded the bottom of the box with a zip-lock baggie filled with air. My hot air, to be exact. Then I set the TP-rolled egg on top, stuffed tissue around it and placed another mama-air-filled baggie on top. I taped the box up and decorated it with pictures of Spiderman for good measure. I should have taken a picture but I was kinda traumitized by the fact that we forgot about the event the first day so I wasn’t thinking clearly.

But it WORKED. The silly egg did not break on the fall. The darn thing didn’t even crack. I’m pretty proud of myself. When I texted my mom about it, she responded “Moms Rule”.

 

And you know what? We do rule.

I rule. And I need that on a tee.

Have you had a Moms Rule moment this week? Link up and share!

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Grab a cup of coffee or something!

Gigi (Kludgy Mom) used to do Friday Flip-offs. I don’t see them much any more but I’ve got a beef and I need to vent. I’ve simmered down since it happened, which is a good thing, but it’s still on my mind so here’s my flip-off.

Sometimes I am my own worst enemy. I stayed up late last night watching the Kings hockey game and catching up with my DVR. Hunky hubby was at work, the kids were asleep and I stayed up way past my bedtime. I woke up tired this morning which meant moving slow. Being that it was one of my employee’s last day, I said I’d bring donuts. Cue frantic me, wrangling two kids and the big pink box. Needless to say, I didn’t get to  the preschool until the dreaded hour. My fault, I know.

My kids are considered “full day” kids and school opens for them at 7:15. But the “half day” kids program begins at 8:45 so the parking lot between 8:30 – 9:00 is a nightmare. I can handle that, I can deal with having to park and walk. But what I can’t deal with is the moms that don’t have anywhere to be socializing in the parking lot. Go grab a cup of coffee or something! It is not necessary for you to stand in front of the doorway or the gate to catch up with the same person you saw just the other morning. It is also not necessary for you to stand behind your car or mine or in front of my car door while you chat. I should not have to say excuse me a dozen times to get my kids into their classroom or to get myself into my car.

Maybe I’m a little envious that your time is your own and you have the luxury of talking to your friends and maybe it’s my fault for getting to school during that messy time frame but for the love of all things sacred about having free-time, use it wisely and please don’t make life harder for me. Meet your pals at Starbucks or at the very least move your conversation to a non-pathway location.

I would do it for you. I’ll even hold the door open for you, if you need it. Trust me, if I can make another mom’s life easier, I will. Because I need someone to do that for me on occasion.

So savor your free time, just don’t do it behind my car.

gingerbreadmama

Smooch!

I was told that Fussypants didn’t nap yesterday because he spent the time making kissy faces with the girl he has a crush on. His teacher told me this because he was crying when I picked him up and she said he was tired because he didn’t nap. Well duh! Apparently it didn’t occur to the teachers to move the lovebird’s cots away from one another.

The girl he likes, also likes him. She used to only go Tu/Th but now she goes M-F. When Fussypants told me this, he had a huge grin on his face. He got embarrassed when asked is she was his girlfriend.

He’s 4. I am not ready for this.

 

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