That’s right, while the rest of the world might be posting their New Years Resolutions, I’m still whining about my kids’ Christmas Parties at school. Hello, if everything is themed in green and red with gift exchanges and ornament decorations, it is a Christmas Party. But I guess we could call them Winter Parties here where I live since they were on December 21st which is the day before the winter solstice. Yes, our school district cut it close this year.
Every year I look forward to Christmas Parties at school. Mostly for the food. Except this year. This year I almost didn’t go and just left them at school til the early dismissal. That is until my middle son told me the night before that he couldn’t wait for me to be there. So I immediately felt guilty for not wanting to go and showed up fifteen minutes late to my youngest’s class party the next morning.
When I walked in, they were teaching all the first graders in my son’s class how to make the “L” sign…not for “loser,” but for “left.” Of course mine decided he needed help with this and some poor lady totally fell for it (notice I am not helping him).
However, I did help him eat some of his cookies.
My youngest has all girl friends. I NEVER, and I mean never hear him talking about playing with boys. I think every single one of his friends is a girl.
My middle son’s class party was probably the most crowded. Of course I had to take my youngest to this party, so I may have just been freaking out a little bit too. Mostly because child three likes to get into everything. This party was also the most relaxed out of my three’s, mostly because I already knew what seemed like half the class. For instance, all the Mormon kids got stuck in the same second grade class this year. Which is kinda funny considering the odds. Probably all the Baptists are in another class together.
My middle son’s best friend is my friend Connie’s son (they’re Mormon too). I think my son and her son have contests on who can be “the goodest” every day. Lucky teacher.
On the other hand, my youngest is a major suck up. When the assistant principal visited my middle son’s party, guess who decided he’d run over to super-caffeinated Mr. Greenwell and hug him? Probably because he knows he needs to get lots of brownie points with school leadership if he’s ever to make it past elementary school, “Mr I Have to Move My Clip Every Day.”
By my oldest’s Christmas/Winter party I was ready to leave. Seriously I had enough and the thought of bringing two kids to my oldest’s third grade party was almost more than I could bring myself to think about. As in next year no fourth grade parties for me if I can help it. You don’t believe in Santa? Then I don’t go to your party. You know, this could backfire on me.
Especially when Santa shows up in your son’s class party!
(Thanks youngest for asking the man if he was Santa. Thankfully, he said “maybe.”)
We left that party early with the blessing of my son’s teacher. And then I remembered only four more days ’til Christmas. And eleven days ’til school starts again. And I wonder if cookies, candy, and kool-aid count as lunch because I was so tired when I got home I conked on the couch right after I told them to tear into their goodie bags.