Today was my daughter’s first classroom party. She got to dress up in her Minnie Mouse costume and participate in a costume parade (which I stuck around for and watched in all it’s pre-K glory). Then she had pizza and goodies with all her little friends. They did crafts and sang songs in chapel. I’d venture to say it was probably one of the most fun days in her little life so far.
When I picked her up from school, she was loaded down with a pumpkin bucket full of candy and goodies. I assumed she got it all from her teachers or the school. Only after I put her down for her nap (because she was too jacked up on sugar to take one at school) did I start to look through her bucket-o-fun. It was only then that I realized that I am a terrible pre-K mom.
Upon close inspection, I found that the cute little goodies that filled her bucket were bedazzled in stickers that read something along the lines of, “You’re a spooktacular friend! Love, Susie Q.” I realized in horror that all the other mommies of the kids in her class had brought treats for their kids to pass out to all the other kids…except for me.
Now, in my defense, WHEN DID THIS BECOME A THING?! I mean, yes, I expect to buy everyone’s kids a cute card and a lollipop on Valentine’s Day, but it never occurred to me that Halloween had become the Valentine’s Day of Fall. And why, FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, did no one send me a memo to fill me in?! Something like this would have been nice:
I mean, how hard would that have been? She is my first kid. I know nothing about the great mysteries of pre-K classroom etiquette. Someone needs to help a sister out and write a manual and give it to every first time mom so we know what to expect. Or am I just that one mom who was born without the part of my brain that thinks of these things?
So if you need me, I will be consoling my three year old and reassuring her that she is, in fact, not a jerk and that she does have friends.
Oh, who am I kidding? She couldn’t care less–she got a bucket full of candy! She’ll be the one consoling me.
MOM FAIL. Please pass the wine.