This post is going to be about how much fun Evalyna had at her Christmas party at school. (I heard both Christmas and Winter party). It’s not going to be about how they were allowed to throw a Winter/Christmas party and not a Halloween party. At all. Nope. Not bitter about it one tiny bit. This is going to be about Evalyna.
She had TONS of fun. Well… She had moderate amounts of fun. I kinda had forgotten how boring class parties can be. And helping her teacher with the passing out of food gave me war flashbacks for working in the two’s room years ago. They watch the original How The Grinch Stole Christmas and ate their weight in high fructose corn syrup. And then were sent home with more sugar. (Evalyna’s bag of candies may have lost all the candy… somehow) They weren’t allowed to leave their chairs and were expected to be a bit quiet. When it came time to go home, the ritual of putting on jackets, backpacks, the works, was 100% chaos. The cupcakes were kicking in, eyes were wide with sugar high.
There were two other parents there, and I only know of one’s kid. And that’s only because she complains every day about something when we wait in the pick up line. I never really talk to the other parents. I don’t know what to say. I know they think I’m crazy though. Between my piercings, babywearing, and breastfeeding, it is pretty obvious. Throw in that birth (and people’s birth stories) came up, they found out about the home birth, and now I’m the weird mom. Oh well. Better let it be known now!