Miss C is very disappointed to be missing a classmate’s birthday party Sunday at one of those bouncy emporium chains. However, the what the hell factor of a parent purposely planning an event on Mother’s Day is still bothering me, probably because Miss C came home earlier this week and mentioned she wasn’t invited and the friend told her it was because her mother said Miss C hadn’t invited her to her birthday party. Well, Miss C’s birthday is in June and she did not attend preschool with this little girl, so I could only think that the mother was coming up with lame excuses for paring down the invite list. Miss C apparently called the little girl on this and told her she didn’t even know her last summer. The next day Miss C brought home an invitation and it was obvious another child’s name was marked out in ink. Alrighty then.
I tend to obsess about things, though, so as my husband so wisely advises me, quite often: “Let it go.” Obviously I am, but only before first writing about it on the Internet.
No worries, as I have reminded Miss C that next week is a whirlwind of social activity that can only be described as Endoftheschoolyearpalooza, or Thank God I Only Have One Child in Real School/I Don’t Know How You Other Parents Do This. Then again, most of these are school activities, so I should probably recast that as I Don’t Know How You Teachers Do This Are You Nuts.
Miss C is having a friend ride home with her Monday after school. I refuse to use the word play date. For some reason that word is bothersome to me. So, this mama does not do play dates, she does “let’s invite a friend over.” Yes, boring I know. I also say slumber party, and not sleepover.
Tuesday Miss C has a Thank You Sweet Baby Jesus It’s the End of Soccer Season party at the local park. Wednesday morning she has a kindergarten awards ceremony, followed by a field trip. Thursday she has school wide field day. Friday she is spending the night with the hubby’s parents. Saturday she has her last soccer game.
On the other end of the spectrum, poor Miss A “only” has pajama day at daycare Monday. Yeah, it stinks being 3.
I was talking to a friend the other day who was quite wistful about another school year being over, but all I can think of is “Thank God school is almost out. We’re headed to the beach!”