The boys had their Christmas party at preschool last Thursday. Since they just go on Tuesdays and Thursdays, their classes are small, so they combine the 2s, 3s, and 4s classes for parties. I appreciate this since that means I don’t have to decide whether I go to Bear’s or Monkey’s party. Here are some fun little tidbits that did NOT happen at their party.
To the moms who were busying setting up for the party when I arrived and were bitching about how impossible the juice boxes were to open, that was NOT me who had dropped them off in the morning.
And when they were pawing through the teacher’s gifts on her desk and complaining about the mom who had to go be all creative and show up your mugs or ornaments or gift cards, that was NOT me who sent that in with my children.
Oh and it was NOT me who let them go on complaining about it and making snide remarks. It certainly was NOT me who piped up when they were done being petty and said that the present was from my kids.
It was NOT me who enjoyed the looks on their faces.
I had Cub with me in his stroller, so that he would not tear into all the toys in the room or the food. Other moms tell me to go ahead and let him out. Um, NO, he would eat all the food.
When I did actually let him out, that was NOT my child who tried to eat the entire fruit tray by himself.
When I went to put him back in his stroller, that was NOT me who rolled my eyes at the mom who told me that there was plenty left and that I should let him eat it. That was NOT me dreading that nasty diaper that was coming.
It was NOT me glaring at the mom who told me I must have my hands full with all my boys.
And I was NOT waiting with baited breathe to hear if she would ask me if one of them was an accident because it was NOT me who had a snappy retort on the tip of my tongue.
It was NOT my son who burped really loudly. His daddy certainly is NOT proud of our middle son learning to burp on command when he was only two.
It was NOT my son who continued to burp repeatedly when he found out that burping made his classmates laugh.
And on the other side of the table- it was NOT my other son who decided that it would be really fun if everyone decorated their hair with glitter.
It was NOT me who left with my children, thinking that women can be so mean.
And it was NOT me who thought that my kids actually behaved themselves pretty well.