Not to date myself, but what is that Loverboy use to sing about? Everybody’s Working for the Weekend? Yeah, that’s the one. Get everybody all pumped and ready to rock. Uuuhhh, I DO NOT talk like this, EVER, but seems like the right attitude for some much-needed Friday Fun! Plus it makes me sound kind of “hip”. Alas, I know that not to be true as my Dear Niece was kind enough to point out…the quickest way to know you ARE NOT “hip” is to, in fact, use the word, “hip.” And since all of the “Adults” I keep company with also spend their days with 5 to 13 year olds, taking groups of 30 parochial school children to Stations of the Cross, we might be working at a “hipster” deficit. Plus a few such friends were last seen wearing Dr. Seuss hats in honor of the Beloved Author’s birthday, so we got that going for us…
But the week got off to a Rockin start. There I was, my head soaring in the clouds, still not down from the excitement of being cast in the 2013 DC – Listen to Your Mother show. Thinking, THIS IS IT!! Things are coming around, I can’t believe my luck. Gonna start a whole new lifestyle, you know red carpets, paparrazi…restaurants that take reservations. I got so full of this idea I even had a photographer take my picture. Well, actually, I had to send one in for the “show”and when you are a Mom, you don’t ever really have a picture of yourself. At least one that won’t scare the general population.
But my point, I actually had somewhat of a photo session. Yep, fancy lighting, flashing the pearly whites, striking a pose. Definitely, a new beginning…
AND THEN…IT HAPPENED…REALITY…CRASHING DOWN.
Because just as soon as I finished striking a pose, I had to hurry, put on my practical corduroy’s, and hull myself over to “the school” to do some emergency substitute “teaching” in Kindergarten. Nothing brings you down to reality faster than getting 30 five-year olds to the bathroom, hands washed, divided into 2 groups, art bags in hand, to go to “art” and “computer.” Followed by teaching the “horrors” of not taking care on one’s teeth. Really, it’s a priceless experience. Especially when you are privy to such tidbits as “Little Billy” telling me he had just had his “privates x-rayed” at the Doctor, and “everything was OK, good job!” The only thing better was hearing him repeat this to every other adult in the school. That, Dear Readers is entertainment you can’t get just anywhere. So, I best not disclose the location, or you will all be beatin down the door, trying to steal my job. You know you want to.
That fun is only followed by the “how many kids can you fit in an Expedition” game. At least I had all the “right” kids this time…take note…make sure you have the “right” kids in your car…don’t ask, just trust me on that. “How did a nail get in the tire?” of said Expedition, not such a fun game, Would have filled you in earlier in the week but had received a series of e-mails from “The Teacher” that the “The Little Brother” was melting down like a block of ice on a hot summer day at school. Last seen sobbing his way into Spanish. Wonder if Kelly Rippa has days like this?
But it gets more real…the real low light..BANNED… from a 7th grade school function. Yep, you read correctly, The Big Brother did not want the honor of my presence at the Science Fair. Turns out I make him nervous. I respected his wishes and slid in the back door. Hey, I’m not missing this, I laid low…the Nikon hanging around my neck wasn’t too obvious. And I never yelled, THAT’S MY BABY BOY…not once. So, yay me!
To round out my week, I spent Dr. Seuss’s birthday in 3rd grade. No birthday cake, to be had, bummer. But I learned a couple of lessons. First, NEVER let the last kid in line close the door before you check the lock, cause it is zero fun to be locked out of a room with 30 kids. And Second, never question why Little Bobby was chasing Little Suzie across the room while throwing her folder…cause you just might start to follow the logic…and that would be frightening. So carry on, Little Bobby…I saw nothin.
In the meantime, while Little Bobby and Suzie are going about their business, let’s get to the point. Friday Fun with Hilary at Feeling Beachie. Thanks for hosting, Hilary. I’ll make sure Bobby and Suzy don’t throw things at this here party!
Here is what the party people are wanting to know!
This week’s statements:
1. Sometimes I ___ I am ___
2. When I wear ___ I feel ____
3. When in doubt, _____________
4. The easiest way to ______________ is to ___________.
My answers to the party people:
1. Sometimes I am shocked to look up and find that I am NOT being followed by candid camera. (yeah, that dates me!)
2. When I wear practical corduroy I feel sure that modeling contract is pretty much NEVER going to happen.
3. When in doubt, wear corduroy.
4. The easiest way to get your head out of the clouds is to have reality hit you on top of it.
Besides, who needs Red Carpets when you got Substitute Teaching…Now THAT’S Entertainment, right there! Happy Friday…Have a drink on me and may your corduroy be snappy and shoes not too sensible.