All the exhaustion of Christmas Eve, minus the wrapping paper

This week is kicking my ASS, people. It’s damn near 11:30 p.m. and I just finished altering a shirt and jacket for Oldest Son’s Blues Brothers costume. Well, not tailor-altering; ghetto-altering. The shirt, I just folded up the bottom and ran a seam the whole way around; the jacket, I folded the sleeves up under and tacked them in place. His friends won’t know the difference… Right? (RIGHT??)

Invertebrate Dummy is still not entirely to my liking, but you know what? He’ll pass. It’s what the kid wanted.

The pumpkin seeds from jack o’lanterns #2 and #3 are almost done roasting in the oven.  The party food has been purchased for Oldest Son (fried chicken for a 9am party) and Youngest Son (cheez curls).

The only problem?  UMMM… we can’t presently locate the skeleton costume that Youngest Son needs to wear to daycare tomorrow. It has to be here somewhere; he tried it on last week. I just don’t even want to be in the house when he wakes up if we can’t find it and have to offer him some other, lesser costume.

Next up after blogging? More searching.

Ok, so I have a funny story about Halloween at daycare. The plan was for the kiddos in the 4’s classes to be all costumed up and board a bus at 9am to go to a nursing home to cheer the senior citizens with their uber-cuteness. That sounded great to me. Happy old folks! Giddy children! Intergenerational fun! What’s not to like?

WELL. This afternoon, my son’s teacher informed me that –OOPS– they had overlooked a rule that prevents them from hauling children under age 4 in their bus. However, they proposed that we parents were welcome to bring our own children directly to the nursing home so that they could still participate. They also said parents may not combine forces and bring other classmates, even if we agree with the other parent ahead of time. This means that half of the class, the kids who have not yet had their 4th birthday, can’t go unless their parents take them. SRSLY.

Dear Risk Managers: Lighten up. You are complicating my life. Sincerely, Soup

You know what I told the teacher? THERE IS A REASON I HAVE DAYCARE. I WORK! If I were available at the last minute to drive my son across town, I probably wouldn’t be working, ergo, I wouldn’t need to have him in daycare, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation.

The good news is, it’s not like he was counting on this. He won’t miss it; I don’t think he really even understood where he was going. They agreed to bring in Happy Meals (again with the McDonalds at daycare!) and show them a movie, and even promised to bring back goodie bags from the field trip.  He still gets the afternoon parade and the classroom party. He misses nothing.

OK… off to search for the skeleton costume!

UPDATE, FRIDAY MORNING – It was on the ironing board and had been covered by some clothes that I probably will never iron. Crisis averted.

6 thoughts on “All the exhaustion of Christmas Eve, minus the wrapping paper

  1. Can’t wait to see the photos on The Soup of said childrens’ costumes!

    BTW, I like your sports posts…but I’m a sports kinda girl.

    And, finally, I had to comment on the daycare party transportation. don’t you love it? Exactly…that is why you have day care: because you work! I constantly found myself in those situations when my kids were little/in day care. Good news (or bad?): before you know it, they will be in high school and you will be teaching them how to drive (what I did from Vienna to Hampton, VA yesterday with Kenzie).

  2. Charlcie – my children will not be driving until they are, like, 30 years old, so will not share your experience. Thanks, though!

    I KID. I say that because it freaks me out to think about it, and also because they can’t be approaching driving age because I’m still only 25! Right? (Don’t answer.)

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