Last night when I picked the girls up from daycare I remembered that today is Caitlin’s Thanksgiving party. There was a sign-up sheet posted on the classroom bulletin board and it looked like I was one of the last parents to sign up to bring in the usual turkey or dressing. The assistant director, a young single woman, heard me
bitching discussing this and rechecked the date as she thought it was scheduled for next week.
I felt bad for not expressing my early Turkey Day throwdown love, but she said, “Sign up for chips! No one’s volunteered to bring in a bag of chips!” I told her that I would love to bring in chips, but Caitlin’s teacher had asked us to bring in a Thanksgiving family recipe to share with the class and our child was actually supposed to help prepare said recipe.
“Ohhhh. Well, you know what kind of mom I’ll be! I’ll be the one bringing in chips,!” she laughed. Really I could have grabbed her and kissed her right then.
Just then another mom walked in and I reminded her about the party. “Great…I’m going to have to go to the grocery now!,” was pretty much her response. Obviously the week before Thanksgiving party is going over like a jumbo container of Tums. I told her I’d also forgotten and that I’d be stopping by the grocery, too. I told her she could always go the Charlie Brown menu route and sign up to bring in popcorn or toast, to which she replied…”You know, our family likes to eat cereal on Thanksgiving. And sometimes? We fast.”
I’m going to
cheat pick up a pumpkin pie at the grocery this morning and bring in a simple pumpkin pie recipe and not worry that it’s not homemade. Besides, if her teacher asks how she helped make the pie, Caitlin can say, “I helped mommy ring it up at Publix!”