Bad Mommy
The girls came home from preschool today with a lovely bag full of coma-inducing treats and various little heart-shaped tchotchkes. I realized to my horror I hadn’t sent them off with any valentines for their classmates this morning. The teacher had casually mentioned it sometime last week, I think. And I forgot. It wasn’t really on their calendars, either, at least not in a way that grabbed my attention. It just says “Valentine Party”—wheras it really needs to say, “ATTENTION AIRHEADED TWIN MOMS: BRING RED AND PINK HEART-SHAPED THINGS ON MONDAY OR ELSE.”* That would have been more helpful.
Since I am so obviously a complete failure at this preschool mom thing I am playing the housewife today and baking chocolate chip cookies for our new neighbors. So many people are leaving California for more affordable pastures these days. The guy in front of us fled for the paradisiacal Bend, Oregon (can you smell the sarcasm?), selling his house to some woman from Reno who apparently has more cash than us to play landlord. I don’t know much of anything about the new renters except what I read on the guy’s truck: “Marines: Heaven won’t take us and hell is afraid we’ll take over,” and “nuke their ass and take their gas.” Perhaps he would appreciate a new addition to his bumper sticker collection with the cookies, something like this? I figure it’s my job to show them that even though I hug trees I can be a good neighbor and bake really good cookies. I mean, nobody can open a Toll House package like I can. Will they actually eat them? Dunno, since everybody knows that if you eat cookies from a liberal, next thing you know you’ll be recycling and reading Ted Rall.
And lastly, this is my husband laughing because an ostrich had just ripped the lenscap off my camera and was attempting to eat it yesterday:
Here it is, lying in the large shadow of the beast who finally deemed it inedible. Big toenails, no?
After he stopped laughing, Bruce finally retrieved it with a stick.
Their home is here, and these were taken on our way to Solvang. More photos here.
* Or else the kids bring home no chocolate for you
LOL on the ostrich moment. Zoo trips always make for the most interesting times. ;D
Try not to feel too “un-worthy” as far as being one of the “Stepford-parents” goes. I pride myself on not fitting in with the robotic mom’s who seem to be on top of everything “schoolwise.” I mean, my kid’s know I love them, and I do what I can to keep up with things. Of course I know how you feel though, and I rushed to help my kid’s buy Valentine’s cards for their classmates. It just seems as if every year it becomes a chore, especially as they get older and they don’t even like everyone in their class, yet if they bring any Valentine’s, it’s with the explicit instructions from the teacher’s that they have to do it for everyone. Such is life. Flow with the masses. lol ;)
*Hugs* and oh yes … “Happy Valentine’s Day” …
heh heh ;D