Ok, ok…so I know I told everyone that I was taking this week off from posting in order to familiarize myself with my new home over at WordPress, but after dropping my son off at preschool this morning, I just couldn’t resist jumping back on the blog wagon. I promise to try and be as brief as possible, because I still have quite a bit of work to do to get things squared away over here!
My son has been looking forward to today’s class for weeks now because of the big Valentine’s Day party they are having! Since he is only in preschool and I don’t know what is in store for me once he enters the public school system as far as Valentine’s Day parties go, and since I don’t know if he will even get to distribute valentines once he gets to that age, I was thrilled to be able to take him to Target a couple weeks ago and let him pick out a box of valentines to give to all of his classmates. It only took him a few seconds to pick out the Lightning McQueen ones, and he was even more excited about the fact that the Lightning McQueen valentines came with temporary tattoos than he was about the actual cards!
In the February school newsletter that was sent home with us at the beginning of the month, there were instructions for how the big Valentine’s Day shin-dig would go down. They read as follows:
“The children are encouraged to exchange valentines. These can be “homemade” (yeah, right…like I have enough time or imagination to come up with homemade cards…more power to those who do though…I wish that I had one ounce of your creativity) or store bought (much more my speed). We ask that your child, (or you), only write your child’s name on them (do not address them). This is easier for your child to deliver.”
I have to admit that I must have read these directions about ten times because there was just no way in hell that I was going to be the only mom in the entire class who actually wrote names on the front of those valentines. I mean, I expect that my kid is going to break the rules every now and then because he’s a kid and that’s what kids do, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the one who causes him to be the odd man out when all of the other kids are following instructions correctly.
I figured that the easiest thing to do would be to sign his name for him since he really hasn’t mastered the art of doing that quite yet. I sat at the kitchen table for a good three minutes yesterday and got all 15 of those valentines signed. Then I started digging through the box for the envelopes to stick them in. There weren’t any. There were these cute little heart stickers that I assumed were used to seal the envelopes if there actually were any, but since they were obviously absent from the box, I decided to just stick one little heart on each valentine. This took an extra two minutes or so. Then I pulled out those damn tattoos. I stared at them and spent a good minute and a half wondering what in the heck I was going to do with them since there were no envelopes to place them in, and I concluded that it was probably in my best interests to just forget about distributing the tattoos. With my luck, there would probably be some over-the-top obsessed mom who would worry about the ink poisoning her child’s blood and then she’d probably complain to the teachers about the dangerous item that had been included in my son’s valentine cards, and then I’d get a phone call, or even worse a parent-teacher conference, to inform me that such behavior was frowned upon at this particular nursery school. And then they’d tell me that there was some sort of restraining order and that my poor little boy was no longer allowed within two feet of her son or daughter. Oh yeah, the risks were definitely way too high, so I put the valentines in a ziplock bag by themselves and forgot about those tattoos.
Fast forward to an hour ago when I dropped the little man off. He walked into class with his ziplock bag (the quart size, not the gallon) and one of the teachers took it and wrote his name on it with a Sharpie. And that’s when I noticed the other bags of valentines that were rolling in. Most of them were in gallon size ziplock bags or in grocery bags and all of them had some other little item included with them besides just the card. In fact, most of them were actually inside their own petite goodie bags and included candy or some other trinket. A few of the mothers even dared to go the “homemade” route and put them into individual little treat boxes for each child complete with heart stickers on the outside of the box. I looked at the other kids’ valentines and then looked back at my son’s pathetic little ziplock bag and I immediately started to feel like the biggest slacker mom on the face of the earth. I honestly thought I was going to have a panic attack, because all I could picture was the kids exchanging valentines later on in the morning and getting the one from my son and being completely disappointed that some little treat was not included. And then I thought of how bad my little boy is going to feel if someone says something about it to him. I can’t believe that my lack of experience and knowledge with the whole preschool thing may cause my son a lot of unnecessary heartache today.
For the record, I really think that the instructions for the whole valentine exchange should’ve included some sort of warning in parenthesis at the bottom of the page that said:
“Just to make all of the “I have no idea what in the hell goes on at preschool holiday parties because this is my son/daughter’s first year in preschool” moms aware, you are not obligated to include treats with your child’s valentines, but please make a mental note that all of the other moms are going to include candy or some other goodie with their child’s valentines, so you run the risk of making yourself look like a total chump if you don’t do the same thing and include the damn treats.”
Just when I thought the feeling of being a total failure wasn’t bad enough, I noticed that some of the kids were showing up not only with fancy-shmancy valentines to hand out, but they were also showing up with nice big heart-shaped boxes of Russell Stover candies to give to each of the teachers. I didn’t think of that one either. Just shoot me.







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