My daughter has a friend…who is a boy. They have regular play dates each week. This makes me happy and
fucking scared at the same time. If this continues through high school and college, I may have already met my future son-in-law. But hey, there could be worse prospects for this position.
Hark! The After School Program Apocalypse is finally over!!! No more asking friends to watch my kids after school or, my boss’s favorite part, no more having them come to work with me!!! A truly joyous day! To celebrate I wrote a bus note, naturally.
“Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who shall not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart, echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!” (Les Miserables)
This is what I woke up singing this morning because the after school program is back on! *does the running man and high fives all the other parents* I will no longer feel bad for my poor unsuspecting friends who have to deal with the insatiable fighting intense diversity between my two urchins children. I will now stand tall with my proud mom flag flying, on my pedestal of glee, and announce:
“I hereby declare the after school apocalypse to be over! Let it be known that from this day forward, Theo and Pheobe will joyfully delight Kate and Ella in the Camp Coniston After School Program! Where they take out their homework frustrations on someone other than myself, and be thoroughly and utterly exhausted upon pickup! Hip, hip, hooray!”
On a side note, I said if all went well over the weekend, there would be pictures. So here is Theo in a bow tie. Please don’t tell him I showed you, or he may never speak to me again.
Thank you, Brandi (aka: Mom)
A note from last week.
“Being a girl is difficult. Being a girl in a boy dominated grade school is down right maddening at times. Despite being part of the minority, Pheobe continues to push forward in her world of unicorns and rainbows. Today she will subject “Cheese Mustache” and her brother to this glittery world of make believe at “Cheese’s: house. Thank you, Brandi (aka Mom)”
My sister is getting married this weekend, and has asked the kids to be in her wedding. Because the wedding is in Uniontown, PA, we are splitting up the drive and leaving 2 days beforehand. This means I have to take the kids out of school early. This also means another bus note. Each one has its own tweak for personalization, naturally.
“As the days wear on, the troops grow more and more restless. Rumors from outside the school walls spark hope of the afterschool program re-starting next week. This small spark of hope is, at least, something to hold on to. Until we get certified proof that the program will resume, Theo will continue armed apocalypse patrols on the golf cart with “Shoe Cheese”. Thank you, Brandi (aka Mom)”
“Day 2 of the after school apocalypse and the tribe is holding strong with multiple offers for child watching, the youngest members of the tribe have decided to go with necessity…the friend with the golf cart and pool. It’s all about priorities during these trying times. Therefore Theo will be taking the bus home with “telescope”. Thank you, Brandi ( aka mom)
I’ve become well know at my children’s school because of the bus notes I send with them from time time. Here is today’s:
“Due to the untimely demised of the after school program, and my inability to obtain alternate childcare, I have absolutely no idea what to do with my children after school.
Therefore Pheobe will take the bus to the top of the hill where they will continue to practice the fine art of driving my boss crazy.
Brandi (aka: Mom)”