It was always my goal in life to be a room mom. Back before kids; when I had fantasies of being the best mom EVER, with the best kids EVER, who just adored me, hung on every word I said, and would NEVER think of saying no to me or doing ANYTHING to make me angry; I always wanted to be a room mom (well, and be skinny, but one out of two isn't bad).
So, at curriculum night a few weeks back, Thornley's teacher had a sign up for room parents; cha-ching!! I ran back there and put my name down. So today we had a "committee" meeting with the 4 other parents who also signed up; one being THAT MOM, (mentioned a few posts back), but whatever, I'm a room mom now, so I can deal :). I head to school for the meeting, meet the other moms, sign up to be in charge of class shirts (anyone want to design a logo for me?), and then we start talking about the first class party - celebrating the Day of the Dead. All the moms agree that we want it to be more harvest-ish (are you kidding, Thornley would freak out if they decorated coffins like one class did), so we're tossing around fall ideas and one mom will JUST NOT LET IT GO and is insisting on googling Day of the Dead and getting craft ideas. Um, hi, I understand you have 2 older sons and your youngest son just thinks that kind of stuff is so cool, but some of us don't embrace with whole "scary" thing, and didn't we just agree to be more harvesty?
I guess there is a downside to living the dream!!