Let's just let the title be our guide for this one, huh?
Starting with PTO: I am trying to be totally over it, but I am still fuming mad.
Ben went to the final PTO board meeting of the school year (because he is still on the board as the past president, a role I can fill next year if I choose to, but I am not going to choose to because obvi. Although sometimes I think I should because no one wants me to, and that would be a little fun.)
The reason he went to the meeting is because a district administrator was slated to be there to talk about rebuilding community, and he wanted to head off any ding-dong-the-witch-is-dead vibes because I have done a lot to BUILD school community these past 3 years, damnit.
Anywho, the principal and teacher rep (the teachers who came to vote me out were not there) both denied that the vote was a coordinated effort and said they did it because of my BLOG and my FACEBOOK. Contradictory positions, to be sure-- we didn't do it, but if we did it's because of her internet presence. The principal went so far as to tell Ben that I exaggerate on my blog and there are two sides to every story. (I MEAN. Don't read it! Encourage the other side to write a blog! It's my personal blog! Of course it's about me! It has nothing to do with anyone at my kids' school-- I don't even name my kids' school or any of the people in it! It's about me! And my family!).
So, long story short: I am over it or trying to be over it. The boys love their school, and they both had great teachers this year. They've had great teachers every year except for one terrible horrible no good very bad year that left a taste in my mouth that will linger FOREVER and still affects Harry's social relationships. But I don't want THIS to affect the kids-- they're happiness is paramount, obvs. So, I am tying to be over it before invitations dwindle and they hear terrible stuff about their parents. I remain concerned that they can't possibly be getting a fair shake from people who hate me so badly, but it is what it is.
Jack had his last gymnastics class of the season-- more in the fall for sure because he loves it, feels confident doing it, and is getting big muscles in his arms.
first birthday party. I have no idea how it still fits.
Here's the first day for comparison
Cooper had a bday party for a friend that I thought was on Saturday, so he and I left really early and went to Target for a present and $100 of other assorted junk and to Subway since he doesn't really like standard kid birthday party fare. He wrote his name in the card so sweetly. It was supposed to be his first drop off party, and I am so glad I was paying close attention when I walked him in because WE WERE THERE ON THE WRONG DAY. And he was pissed about it for a full 24 hours.
Sunday! I got Cooper to the right party at the right time!
Jack had a baseball game, and Dorothy made sure to dress her best
She was really cold on our morning walk Tuesday and needed to wear my sweatshirt.
Wednesday morning, Harry jolted me out of bed at 7 by asking me how the cupcakes turned out and saying he was excited to take them to school. I flew into action and immediately baked 3 dozen ice cream cone cupcakes-- two dozen to take to school and a dozen for us-- in my paint supply covered kitchen. I was in such a hurry that I overfilled the cones and the dripped all over the cookie sheets I put under my special ice cream cone baking racks. I thought Dorothy and Cooper would get a kick out of the drips because they looked like poop emojis, but they were just kind of grossed out.
the first day