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I had coffee this morning with the effervescent and light-hearted Deborah (Deb, are you reading this? if so, you need to start keeping your own livejournal), whose son Nicholas has the same birthday as my daughter. They had their party together last year and it was complete and utter hysteria. They invited the whole grade 1-2 class. Anyhow, I think Deborah and I are the two who best qualify--out of all the parents whose kids attend this same private school--as deadbeats and outcasts. I like it that way. I defy normal.
It's strange. Telling people that Hananh's at a private school leads to a whole set of assumptions about us that are really not true. I look at some of the moms in the morning with their bouncy step and perfect makeup and la di dah attitude and their kids are dressed perfectly and wearing the happiest little faces and go... uh... I'm glad I could force myself awake this morning, never mind my getting my non-morning-person daughter out of bed, clothed, fed, and washed. How do these people do it--do they start at 5 am? I'll never make People Magazine at this rate!
Ask me if I care.
So Deborah and I compared notes, and really, we skipped out on a planning meeting for the class Halloween party because... um... we... we're rebels and we just didn't feel like being sociable school moms (time for a gripefest instead, much healthier). We went to the rebel coffee shop and had rebel pumpkin bread served by the rebel barista-man who escaped from New York but still likes the Yankees, damn him. I like Deborah a lot, because she's an incredibly down-to-earth cynic. Is that too much of a contradiction in terms? Alas, she would have made a great Severus Snape.
So this cold/flu thing is not leaving me alone, and I feel worse today than yesterday--but I'm hiding it better.
Hannah has discovered Calvin & Hobbes. Go Hannah. She's so creative. She tells me every day that she hopes my role-play board is still around in 5 years so she can join it when she's 13. Hell, she's probably ready now, but I'd have to share the computer with her. Nah. We'll wait.
OK, fever is taking over. Ramble ramble ramble. Fanfic writer alert: read the story A Very Harry Cliche on The Sugar Quill. It's brilliant--I wish I'd written it.
It's strange. Telling people that Hananh's at a private school leads to a whole set of assumptions about us that are really not true. I look at some of the moms in the morning with their bouncy step and perfect makeup and la di dah attitude and their kids are dressed perfectly and wearing the happiest little faces and go... uh... I'm glad I could force myself awake this morning, never mind my getting my non-morning-person daughter out of bed, clothed, fed, and washed. How do these people do it--do they start at 5 am? I'll never make People Magazine at this rate!
Ask me if I care.
So Deborah and I compared notes, and really, we skipped out on a planning meeting for the class Halloween party because... um... we... we're rebels and we just didn't feel like being sociable school moms (time for a gripefest instead, much healthier). We went to the rebel coffee shop and had rebel pumpkin bread served by the rebel barista-man who escaped from New York but still likes the Yankees, damn him. I like Deborah a lot, because she's an incredibly down-to-earth cynic. Is that too much of a contradiction in terms? Alas, she would have made a great Severus Snape.
So this cold/flu thing is not leaving me alone, and I feel worse today than yesterday--but I'm hiding it better.
Hannah has discovered Calvin & Hobbes. Go Hannah. She's so creative. She tells me every day that she hopes my role-play board is still around in 5 years so she can join it when she's 13. Hell, she's probably ready now, but I'd have to share the computer with her. Nah. We'll wait.
OK, fever is taking over. Ramble ramble ramble. Fanfic writer alert: read the story A Very Harry Cliche on The Sugar Quill. It's brilliant--I wish I'd written it.
