We are officially done with the school year in our neck of the woods and I couldn’t be more pleased.
No more packing lunches.
No more nagging children to study.
No more racing around to one billion year-end school events.
This last item, the racing around, is where I failed most often in the last month. Hey, I never said I was a good mom. Here are the details.
Fifth Grade Band Concert
I love my daughter and I love that she is learning to play the clarinet, but I only need to hear her band play one, maybe two songs. Then I got the gist.
Our school made it a particularly torturous this year by making me endure 5 songs in a row from the fifth grade band before the sixth grade band took the stage and played 5 more songs. I don’t know anyone in the sixth grade band, so I desperately wanted to be one of those too cool parents who just left when their fifth grader was done.
I definitely blew it on this one. How was I supposed to know that every kid on the varsity and JV teams except my son and a handful of others would wear a button-down shirt to the banquet? They aren’t girls, for Heaven’s sake. What teenage boy likes to dress up?
My son wore his lacrosse shirt, so there’s that. Plus, he’s a freshman so it really wasn’t about him anyway.
But he noticed he was under dressed. Sigh.
There’s always next year, kid.
Parties, parties and more parties
I didn’t drop the ball on any of these–I think. But it severely tested my cognitive abilities to keep track of them all: the class party, Field Day, the entire 5th grade celebration, the field trip to the library, the combined class trip to the bowling alley, the trip to visit the middle school, and the last day of school clap-out.
Geesh, I’m a big baby. But these events were annoying since I had to keep track of them, possibly attend them or feel like a bad parent if I didn’t, and pay for all of them.
So pass me a margarita, help me fluff the pillow behind my back in my comfy Adirondack chair, and toast with me to the end of yet another school year.
Moms and dads, how did you fare with the end of the school year craziness?