Dear snarky teacher in the drop off line this morning,
I’m positive that when you mumbled under your breath as you helped him out of the truck “is that the best jacket you have?” you were sincerely concerned about the well being of my oldest child.
I know a long sleeve t-shirt is no match for 30ish degrees, but there is a method to my madness.
See, he gets a little stressed out with having to run to the cafeteria, take off his backpack to take off his jacket, then stuff said jacket into his backpack, all while juggling his lunch box and before his teacher shows up to walk them to class.
It’s called picking battles. I imagine as a teacher you’re somewhat familiar with this concept.
Therefore, I made the executive decision, after all I’m his %^$#@! Mother, that if he wants to stay cozy in the truck, jump out, with your gracious help of course, sling that backpack on, and run into the well-heated building, say 30 feet away, I’m totally cool with that.
I’m fairly certain he won’t come down with pneumonia, hypothermia and/or frost bite.
I’m positive you’re a little cranky because, let’s face it, it’s freakin’ cold out, and I’m sure it totally stinks to draw the short straw for drop off duty during December, but do me a favor, drink some coffee, get yourself some gloves and a scarf, and suck. It. UP!!
And that’s totally what I meant to say when I shouted “his vest is in his jacket!” as you slammed the car door.
For the record, I meant “backpack.”
I’m pretty sure I saw you mumble “idiot” as I drove away – you’ve got a point with that comment.
(I know, I’ve got mongoose snappy comeback reflexes, and yes I recognize the irony of me telling this grown woman what to wear, as I’m lecturing her about not telling me how to dress my kid, but this whole fantasy exchange is happening in my head. I don’t have to guts to do it in real life.)
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No fear guys, even SHE couldn’t take away my Holiday Spirit – not after yesterday.
Thank you so much for all the visits!
The eggnog is loooong gone, wonder why, Oldest had the last cookie for his dessert, and I’m pretty sure all the silver is still in the drawer. I hope y’all enjoyed getting your pictures taken in front of the NASCAR Santas – I know it was a highlight for me.
As soon as I’m able to get youngest in an agreeable mood, I’ll have him stick his sweet hand in the fishbowl. Sorry Heather, I forgot that Oldest will be at school, and since I don’t want you waiting around too long (though feel free to browse, some of my older stuff has never seen the light of day) to see who won the Target card, Youngest it is.
If you need me later, I’ll be at Costco gathering my nonperishable items. Whew!
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We have a winner!!
Diva boy screamed at me “no play numbers! play peeno!” (that’s piano in toddler speak.) Lord child, I’m not trying to take you to the track, just stick your hand in the bowl!
No go.
So I did the honors. You’ll just have to trust me on this…
Lucky # 38 – that’s KDLost at Froggity!! Congrats to you my dear!!
E-mail me your address to eminpursuit@yahoo.com, and the $20 Target gift card will be on its way!
