Okay, okay. It's Sunday, Bloody Sunday (U2), if you know the song. If not, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fd1mKaxN6EY. (If you're clicking...you are either too young or too old...ha...I got almost everyone in one fell swoop!)
Anyhoo -- tomorrow is Friday -- which means (you should know this by now) -- I work in the kindergarten classroom! The down side of working on Friday's is you get stuck with all the parties and holiday celebrations. I know I should be grateful I still attend a school in which we are still allowed to celebrate said holidays and bring in home-baked goods (NOT that I would bake when I can buy!!!). Still, tomorrow presents itself as the dreaded Thanksgiving feast.
Why dread, you ask? For one thing, I have a son who hates most food. Last night at the dinner table Hayden said:
"Mom, can I pleeeease be absent from my Feast on Friday?"
Curious, but almost knowing the answer ahead of time, I inquired as to why? He was in no mood to put his finger on it publicly, but I said we'd chat later. All presumptions were correct.
"Mom, can I pleeeease be absent from my Feast on Friday?"
Curious, but almost knowing the answer ahead of time, I inquired as to why? He was in no mood to put his finger on it publicly, but I said we'd chat later. All presumptions were correct.
So it may not even be the kids that irritate me so much as the mom's. I'm the queen of Frumpstein, but those ladies make me look like Denise Austin, perky, "fit" (and that is a term being used LOOSELY), and fashionable! My jeans don't come up to my 3rd rib; I speak in complete sentences, and I've cleaned the wax out of my ears for the occasion and decided to not speak of my latest method of contraception at the kindergarten Thanksgiving Feast. (I know this cuz I've been to the Halloween party. Heaven help me)! And no, I haven't sent in yet another video application for next season's "The Biggest Loser".
(BTW -- my mom actually thought I was just being mean making fun of people and calling them "Big Losers" and putting them on tv. OMG! She knows me well!) (C'mon -- I'm KIDDING! My mom lives under a rock...love you, Mom)!
(BTW -- my mom actually thought I was just being mean making fun of people and calling them "Big Losers" and putting them on tv. OMG! She knows me well!) (C'mon -- I'm KIDDING! My mom lives under a rock...love you, Mom)!
Anyway, enough of my superiority kick. Basically, I'm just dreading the anxiety Hayden is going to feel when he sees sliced turkey and cheese cubes. Thank goodness he has a wonderful mother that is providing him some caloric relaxation: Store-bought sugar cookies, orange frosting, and harvest sprinkles. Please, no applause. I'm good.
2 comments:
Couldn't wait till the morning to check one last time. Glad I did...this is what I'm talking about! Classic Wrinkles and Time post! Your school must have some budget. We don't get a Thanksgiving party. We'd probably have to call it a "Celebration of Fall Foods" or something PC like that! Have fun!
OK, so at least I know that U2 song. Didn't say I LIKED it... I love this story about Hayden not wanting to go to the feast, because it is fun to know with all of his growing up, some things are still intact! I can't wait to hear how it actually went!
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