Today is the end of an era. The last seasonal party at the kids’ school. I’ve been to 36 of them, and probably been in charge of half of them over the years. I feel super lucky that my flexible schedule has allowed me to be there. But as I’ve found with almost everything this year, the nostalgia I have expected is just not there. I am ready to be done.
In fact, I thought I was missing this one because I couldn’t be there on Friday, which is actually Valentine’s Day, which I had assumed was Party Day.
We hadn’t bought any valentines, and I went so far as to recycle the old shoebox “mailboxes” I’d been holding on to from past kids/past years, (I didn’t want to decorate yet another one) thinking that we were done with Valentine parties.
And then imagine my surprise when I learn that there is no school on Friday, and the party is today! So off went Gus with an undecorated shoe box (he didn’t care either; phew), some very lame Valentines purchased at Target last night, and I’m officially keeping my spot on the slacker mom list.
I remember showing up at Anders’ first class party with a crazy toddler and a baby in a stroller. Total mistake; I should have taken my time. But, there I was, so if I have been to 36 class parties, Gus has been to almost that many.
Gus’ first “real” class party, his kindergarten year, might have been the best day of his life. An ambitious class mom had planned a pancake station (As a former “room parent chair,” I now know that preparing food at school is banned!) so he had eaten pancakes and whipped cream and who knows what else. Then since he was just a half-dayer, we went to Tate’s second grade party, where he ate cookies and frosting and who knows what else. Finally, we went to Anders’ fifth grade party, where he ate ice cream sundaes and soda.
I had to scrape that kid and his sugar high off the ceiling. I have a feeling today will be a little less crazy.
We will no longer Party On. But it was Excellent.