Carson just started preschool last week. We are total newbies to the whole “preschool thing.” I’m barely remembering to send a change of clothes and to pack a lunch that includes all the food groups (which I *ahem* had to look up).
Since Valentine’s Day is this weekend (you’re welcome, guys, for the reminder!), his class is celebrating today. There was a sign up sheet to bring goodies and we were told to bring valentines. It never occurred to me to go above and beyond this request.
Upon dropping Carson off at school this morning, I realized I was sorely mistaken. Quite possibly, I’ve doomed Carson’s social life with my lackluster crafting skills and “it never occured to me” attitude.
After dropping Carson off at school on Tuesday, Ella and I headed to Tar-zhay to pick out some valentines to give to his classmates. I picked out a box. I came home and wrote Carson’s name in the “From” section on the card and wrote his friends’ names on the “To” section. I used a red pen! So Valentine’s Day, I thought. Then I got REALLY crafty and used the enclosed heart-shaped stickers to close the valentine! Voila! Done!
This morning, since I’d wisely chosen “chips” as my item to share (and got rid of two unopened leftover chips from our superbowl party, genius!!), I carefully chose a grocery sack in which to place the chips and transport them to school. I did choose at Tar-zhay grocery sack over a Wal-mart sack because I wanted to look a little more high class. To be really swanky, I probably should have found a grocery sack from Fresh Market.
So I was feeling good! We had valentines! We had chips! We had a change of clothes! I even remembered to include the $2.50 for the pizza party!
At school, though, my proud feelings quickly turned to that sick feeling you get when you realize your kid is the only one whose valentines SUCK and that your fancy grocery sack chip presentation is CRAP.
Other moms were carrying in boxes of individually wrapped and decorated cards and who knows what else. There were ribbons and cellophane and hearts for goodness sakes. Carson’s valentines were in a sandwich baggie! Mortified! These other mom’s snacks weren’t in grocery sacks, OH NOOOOO!, they were on heart-shaped red and pink platters. *shakes head in shame*
These other mom’s children were also not screaming, “NOOOOO! I don’t want to go to school! NOOOOO! I want to go HOME!” But that is a whole other post in itself.