Mother's Day Tea

"The note that explains that each child should bring a lunch today, was put in his backpack on Tuesday." This was said by my son's preschool teacher in the company of 10 other mother's at the Mother's Day Tea. It was her response back when I thanked her for providing a lunch for Tucker. Defending my "choice" to not send a lunch, I tried to explain that I had intended on taking him out to lunch after the event. I then looked at another mom and commented that I wasn't quite sure where the book bag was. (Quite honestly, it is likely still wherever it landed on Tuesday.) The mom ever-so-politely looked at me, smiled, tilted her head, and said "If that is not enough food for him, I am sure my son will share part of his lunch."

Towards the end of the tea (which was precious), another parent asked if I was the mom who volunteered to plan the End of the Year party. I chuckled a bit and told her no. About 15 minutes later, Tucker's teacher thanked us all for coming, and told everyone that all the boys and girls were looking forward to the End of the Year party Tucker's mom was planning. Fantastic. In fact, I DID sign up for that. Apparently I signed up for this about the same time Chris and I were watching documentaries on the Apocalypse of 2012.


Update:

The morning started with Tucker telling me not to worry. He said they would not be singing "Sexy and I Know It" at the party because his teacher said no. I didn't really think it was important on how he knew this. I just said, "oh good."

One of the teachers was going to be waiting for me in the parking lot at 10:45. As I pulled in at 10:59, I was trying to decide if I should take the inevitable lecture for being late or be straight up and tell her that I had to explain to a child that the "f-bomb" is actually not a good way to defend yourself. Considering that Tucker attends a private church school, and she may not find the humor in the child's remark, I opted for the lecture. The lecture was short; likely short due to the fact that my tardiness took time away from the party, but short none the less. I took it like a champ. What she did explain was that had I told them a month ago what my plan was, we would not have to celebrate in the same grassy area that the farm animals enjoyed a few weeks ago. (Clearly I played off the "OMG, I signed up for what?" expression at the Mother's Day Tea. Which, mind you, was only last week.) In true Keeli fashion, I smiled, put down the picnic blankets, set up the table, and commented that hopefully the rain washed away whatever the farm animals left behind. As she walked away, I was tempted to "defend" myself (most certainly not in the same nature as the student did who caused me to be late), but I did decide to make myself a promise...I promised myself that I would never sign up for anything again without calling my best friend first (just to be sure I was in my right mind) AND celebrate that I was actually able to pull it off.

The party was a success. In his most precious lisp, Tucker said "that party was awesome!" That was all I needed.