While this post is probably a tad grumpier than what you would normally hear from me, I bet quite a few parents can relate.
Let me know if you’re one of those parents.
Have you ever sat through an Elementary school awards day? Oh my goodness. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids, I’m so SO proud of my kids, and I will do my absolute best to attend every single one of their awards’ presentations. Usually, it’s a once a year type thing… their school does it once a quarter. So this was my 4th of the year. Tiny room, no AC, lots of loud people, lots of people… You should also take a good look at that photo of me in the top right corner — see the nose ring? See the tattoos? The moderately covered boobs? I’m not usually a judgemental person, but some times I just get in that mood and kind of need to rant it out of my system.
BUT, picture this… Elementary kids, tiny cafeteria, loud noises, stuffy, overly populated room, variety of people…. that is hell for me. And when you throw in awards like, “dresses appropriately for the weather” and an “empathy award” and I personally am going to roll my eyes SO hard at that. What happened to actual awards? I barely saw any normal awards, and while maybe that is just how it goes in today’s world (everybody gets a participation ribbon, remember?), I just don’t know how to process that so I thought it’d be best to just tweet my feelings and today I’m here to share them with you all. Ready?
Owen does have a weird snot thing going on now, but it’s probably just allergies since the weather has finally changed.
Boobie lady & too small shirt lady were one in the same. side note: I also watched her partner get into an in public so sort of toned down argument with partner’s ex, kid’s other mom about remembering to take a picture of the kid with her award when they got home. “DON’T FORGET! YOU’RE GOING TO FORGET, AREN’T YOU?!” as Boobie McGee just stood there rolling her eyes.
In reality I’m probably just extra moody with the boob lady because when she first sat down, I tried to warn her that she had a bug on her and instead of just saying, “oh, thanks!” she and her girlfriend just rolled their eyes at me. Then, a completely not even in the conversation lady with a half shaved side head in a Tardis dress added in her two cents on the matter, “Oh, it’s just a bug” and rolled her eyes. I just know that if I had something crawling on me, I would want someone to know. Yes, I know it’s “just a bug” but could you imagine just sitting in parenting hell only to discover something crawling on you?! Yeah, I’d freak out, probably cause a small scene for those sitting around me, and then be embarrassed the rest of the afternoon. Shame on me for trying to prevent that for someone else.
Tell me, do you relate to these or am I just a major grump?