This year our elementary school decided against the obvious dress up day for Wednesday- "Wacky Wednesday." Instead we had a day to go to school in our pjs. I decided to get into the spirit of Dr. Seuss week today, and left the house to volunteer wearing yoga pants, an FFA t-shirt, and a hoodie. The girls thought it was great. I did brush my hair before leaving the house. Looking at some of the kids at school- I'm not sure everyone did.
Elizabeth's outfit is the bomb, with horizontal and vertical stripes. Who needs matching pajamas?
I fixed an early dinner, before running off to drop Elizabeth off at Activity Days. I meant to run right back home to pick up the rest of the family for the 6 pm Science Fair awards, but I was stuck at the church longer than I intended. Elizabeth and I pulled into the church parking lot right on time, and I walked her into the church building. The scouts were there, but no leaders for the girls. More girls showed up, dropped off at the door by their parents, but I seemed to be the only adult waiting for the Activity Days leader. Yes, there had been a group text saying we were a "go" for the evening, but still. I don't think that makes me an over-protective parent just to make sure there's going to be an adult there to supervise my child, does it? In any case, at 5:40 I told Ryan that he had better just bring the other three kids in his truck and I would meet him at Emma's school. So, the girls and I talked about school, and dress up days, and a kid who was arrested at the other middle school. Apparently he tried to run away while wearing handcuffs. A real bright kid, sounds like.
Eventually I was discharged from my self-imposed babysitting duty, and drove over to Emma's school. The awards "ceremony" was held in the teacher's classroom. Here's Emma holding her participation award and giving a short explanation of her experiment. All the kids did that part.
After all that, it was the waiting on parents to show up and pick up their progeny that left me feeling grumpy. I just wanted to go home and eat, and I had an exercise in patience instead. Not the loving kind, but more like mean diatribes in my head- "If they don't come soon, I'm just taking the girls home with me and the parents can drive all the way out to my house, dang it! How hard is it to show up on time?!?!"
Deep breaths, Danae. It's going to be ok. Breathe. Be nice. Aren't you always telling your kids to be nice and kind?
I can't be too nice when I'm hungry, I guess.