Mother's Tea

For about the last month, Diva has been talking about the Mother's Tea they were preparing for in her Kindergarten class. She told me about the placemat she made. She told me about the flower she had. She told me there would be songs. She told how she needed to pull the chair out for me and would serve me. I was as excited as she was about this upcoming tea.

Wednesday night she talked about how she needed to dress nice for the tea. She laid out her Easter dress and asked that I get her up early. Thursday morning she wanted me to sit down for breakfast (I normally skip it or eat after the kids go to school) so she could practice pulling out the chair. On more than one occasion she told me to not forget to come, to which I replied, "How could I forget after all the times you reminded me?" I had my substitute set to cover the daycare so I could attend the tea.

Life loves to send little wrenches into your plans. Tuesday Peanut was acting crabby before school, but I thought, "How can she be sick? She just finished antibiotics." Wednesday her teacher called and said Peanut had a fever but since it was time to leave she would just put her on the bus. Thursday morning Hubby took Peanut to the doctor. Diagnosis: Strep ... Again! Apparently Peanut was kind enough to share it with one of her classmates, who in turn shared it right back. I want my kids to share, but this is ridiculous. Hubby brought Peanut home and then went to pick up the antibiotic.

Having a kid home when they are supposed to be in school throws you off track. When someone knocked on my door at 10:15 a.m. Thursday morning I was in the midst of nap time blogging. I thought, "I wonder who that is?" and then I KNEW! Crap! (Yes, I use that word a lot.) I forgot about the Tea! I hadn't even changed and I had to be at the school at 10:30! I quickly opened the door, let in my neighbor and ran upstairs to change (3 minutes!) I grabbed my purse and ran out the door! I made it with time to spare but I still can't believe I forgot.

The Tea was so sweet. It started in the cafeteria where they sang several songs. I cried. We went back to the room where Diva pulled out her chair for me. She showed me the placemat and other items she made for me. There were four of us at the table, but one little boy's mom did not come. I felt so bad for him. He started to cry and said he wanted to go home. I tried to comfort him, but I was a stranger to him. Finally, he went over to a special area for the kids who's mom's couldn't come. He was happier by the time we left but, still, it made me cry. It is so hard to be a working mom sometimes. I'm not able to go to a lot of the school functions, but I'm grateful I was able to have someone cover for me so I could be there for Diva.