Remember the good old days when there was always one mom who would drive her kid to school with her pink sponge rollers in her hair? Thankfully, my mom never did this but there was one mom in our car pool that always had those curlers in her hair. I don't think I ever saw her without them! I remember our neighbor would water her lawn wearing her housecoat and curlers, free as a bird.Years ago in the movie 'Hope Floats' Sandra Bullock's character walks to school in her short night shirt and slippers to take her daughter her lunch. Much to her daughter's humiliation she yells to her while she is on the playground full of kids.
I drive my son to school on Mondays and Fridays. After watching him whack his $400, 30lb instrument (xylophone) on each step as he heaves it onto the bus; I offered to drive him on band days.
I am a lucky - stay-at-home Mom!
On the way to school Chris announces that he forgot to bring home his assignment book for me to sign...AGAIN. Alarmed I said, "Now you have to sit on the wall during recess!" He matter-of- factly said, "No, my teacher decided to start charging $5 (classroom money) instead of missing recess, so I'll just pay the $5." Realizing that charging him classroom money obviously was not going to teach him anything, I said, "Well, then I guess you are grounded too, until you bring it home."
I am a tough Mom!
He was upset about the grounding since he was just "un" grounded yesterday from a weeks worth of no video games or television. Feeling his defeat, I caved and suggested that when we got to school, he run down to his room, bring the assignment book to the office and I would wait there to sign it. He brightened and I felt better that he would start the week on a good note.
I am a compassionate Mom!
As I climbed out of the car, I stared at my multi-colored polka-dot pajama pants! My bare face and ponytail were one thing... but the pajama pants were just one step too far. I grabbed my over sized parka and wrapped it around me trying to hide the fact that I didn't have a bra on. The coat took care of the saggy girls and covered my pajama pants crotch that hung down to my knees like hammer pants; but it just couldn't hide the fact that I was in my p.j.'s. No worries, all I needed to do was put a look of confidence on my face, chin up and shoulders back. After all, all the high school kids go to the mall this way! Why couldn't I?
Maybe I'm a cool Mom?!
Nope, I walked in looking all guilty, hunched over, feeling like a slob, wishing I had at least brushed my teeth. I stopped in the office relieved to find my neighbor, Kelly manning the phones. I asked her to call Chris' teacher and see if he could walk down early to get his assignment book. Chris' teacher told Kelly for us to wait, she was on her way down! What?
We waited... and waited..., as kids began streaming in and several teachers walked in and out of the office. Was it my imagination or did I get a few once overs? At this point the bell rang and my son did not want to wait. He took off, leaving me in my hammer pants all alone.
I am an embarrassing Mom!
Minutes later he came back escorted by his teacher with the assignment book. With my nerves running amok I decided to yell, "Good Morning!" as I modeled my pajama pants and said, "Remember the days when mom's went to school wearing curlers? These are the new curlers!" My son withdrew... his teacher laughed... and it was all over soon.
1 comment:
Are you kidding me. I alway's take Rebecca to school in my pj's. I even wear my slippers. Now that is taking a chance. i alway't think I sure hope this isn't the day a cop pulls me over. I'm a big risk taker. Maybe next time I will put those pink curlers in my hair. I have some.
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