Case in point: Last Day of School Party at the Park(!)
A. has one more day of school. Wednesday. Except she won't be at school because someone thought it would be wise to spend the morning at the park. 4 hours in the glorious Texas heat and humidity, which is already harsh at 8:00 am.
The ominous note came home last week and was met with much disdain on my part. Not only on principle, but the format of the note as well. I know I am a stick in the mud, but my selfish soul believes the last day of school should be spent, well...at school. Apparently not.
The note was full of grand park plans about fun! And packing a lunch! And driving to the park together! And wearing the class shirt! And look I've included a map! It was also full of annoying exclamation marks. Is this mom really excited about all of those things? Really? Does this mom not realize the sweaty puddles we will quickly form?
I do not handle sweaty, sticky, meltingly miserable situations with grace. Certainly not with a sack lunch.
I am also supposed to go to WW that morning. Here is how I picture it might play out: A. and I arrive at the park, one of us is excited; after 1.5 hours try to extricate A. without too much of a scene; endure a small drama anyway; take her to WW with me, sharing our sweaty loveliness with the entire meeting.
I will most likely have to bribe her with Popsicles and the pool in order to get her to leave the park. It will however get me out of the sack lunch. I can live with that.