I am the classroom party Mom. I wear the title with great pride. I'm about to let you in on a little secret; I'm opting out after this term. Dunzo. All of you teachers out there, I commend you. Seriously.
I love volunteering at Reese's school. Today was one of three days I'm responsible for planning. The first was the Halloween party. Today was the holiday party. In February it will be the Valentine's Day party. Three days sound easy on paper. Not so much in reality. Fortunately my Mom was once again there to lend a helping hand.
We got to the school and realized that we were without a camera. Oh no you didn't!!!! I don't roll without a camera. My Dad saved the day, rushing over to drop it off. Good thing he did because here are the two measly pictures I managed to take:
Why only two, you ask? Because I was chewed up and spit out by a class full of 5-year-olds. It was 30 degrees outside today and I was pitting out (
pitting out: \pih-ting-owt\ , adjective; situation in which you are long past the working time of your deodorant, you start to get B.O., and the armpits of your shirt get wet). Yep, all this only 5 minutes into the party. I had to plan four activities to entertain four groups of five kids. Rather than play it safe and simple, I opted for a much too labor intensive craft, and got my tail end handed to me. The concept was simple but add five kids and only ten minutes to execute several steps? Holy crap. I wanted to day drink by the end of it all.
It was truly exhausting. My Mom ended up glued to her shirt. Re-read it if you must but you read it right the first time. Glued...to...her...shirt. In addition to being soaked in my own sweat, I came close to chopping off my pinkie with a pair of scissors. I was a wreck. I love being a Mom but I have come to terms with the fact that I'm really not good with kids. And to think that I started out in college working towards an Elementary Ed degree. Laughable.
I wish I had money growing on the trees out back because I'd to pick a few hundred dollars to buy a super fancy gift for Reese's teacher. She's a gem. She and the rest of the teachers out there who don't get enough praise or credit for what they do. Reliving my day by way of words exhausted me all over again. On that note, I'm out.
Why only two, you ask? Because I was chewed up and spit out by a class full of 5-year-olds. It was 30 degrees outside today and I was pitting out (pitting out: \pih-ting-owt\ , adjective; situation in which you are long past the working time of your deodorant, you start to get B.O., and the armpits of your shirt get wet). Yep, all this only 5 minutes into the party. I had to plan four activities to entertain four groups of five kids. Rather than play it safe and simple, I opted for a much too labor intensive craft, and got my tail end handed to me. The concept was simple but add five kids and only ten minutes to execute several steps? Holy crap. I wanted to day drink by the end of it all.
It was truly exhausting. My Mom ended up glued to her shirt. Re-read it if you must but you read it right the first time. Glued...to...her...shirt. In addition to being soaked in my own sweat, I came close to chopping off my pinkie with a pair of scissors. I was a wreck. I love being a Mom but I have come to terms with the fact that I'm really not good with kids. And to think that I started out in college working towards an Elementary Ed degree. Laughable.
I wish I had money growing on the trees out back because I'd to pick a few hundred dollars to buy a super fancy gift for Reese's teacher. She's a gem. She and the rest of the teachers out there who don't get enough praise or credit for what they do. Reliving my day by way of words exhausted me all over again. On that note, I'm out.
you crack me up, hilarious! I'm sure no one noticed your wet shirt but you and I bet the kids had such a fun time. What a nice treat to have your mom there to help. Thanks for the laughs, even though it's no laughing matter to you!
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