I get pieces of paper shoved at me all the time, usually rumpled from being in the bottom of the backpack, and always of the highest urgency.
The rule of the house is no shoving paper under Mom's nose while we are pulling out of the driveway on the way to school. It took a while, but they are all on board with this, and it's gotten 100% better.
Now if I could get them to stop shoving paper under my nose at bedtime, when Mom's patience is short and all she wants is the breathy silence that accompanies 4 little bodies hitting the hay simultaneously.
Not that 'simultaneous' ever happens. Nope. There's one last trip to the bathroom, two drinks of water, and a "did you brush your teeth? get in there!" before I can even be assured that everyone is in their own bedroom.
All of which leads me to the papers...the papers I have to sign for field trips. Ryan had a zoo field trip a few weeks ago. Audrey has a field trip today.
I'm a sucker for "Mom, will you come with us?" because at the end of the day, I'll pretty much say "Okay" to anything if it means I can watch tv by myself, for the ten minutes I'll get in before I'm knocked out too, face down in the latest issue of "Real Simple." (You are what you read. ;p)
As a result, I went on a zoo field trip a few weeks ago with the fourth graders, the highlight of which were the giant poops in the rhino pen and the babboon's red asses. Try explaining babboon red asses without the real reason why and you will begin to understand why it is more fun to be at the zoo with kindergartners, whom you can easily distract with "Hey! Did I just hear the lions roaring??"
And today, I'm going on a field trip with Audrey to the local bowling alley. Six classes of 1st and 2nd graders. Just the thought of all those shoes needing to be changed is making me reach for the Excedrin right now.
Hopefully, she will be as sweet as her brother, and pat the seat next to her for me to sit down when we get on the bus.
I guess I should count my blessings, were it not for the kids going to all these local exotic places, the only time I'd do anything fun like this is.........
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4 comments:
Okay...you'll have to explain it to me. Why the red asses?
LOL
Have fun bowling!!!
XXOO
Just remember - it stops on their honeymoon.
You're a good mom! I actually miss that. Just wait until they're embarrased of you and want you no where near their school! LMAO
Ah the fourth grade zoo trip...lots of memories there...Including getting there one year when I was in charge and the lady at the front said, "Humphrey? We didn't know you were coming today." We ended up having some sort of confirmation number so it all turned out fine, but I was a little panicked for a few minutes...
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