Posted by Danny
I have observed 6 hours of dance classes this month. Six is not a big number if you are talking about pieces of paper. It is a very large number if you’re talking about hours of dance class observation. But I’ll have to admit, my girls are graceful and beautiful! I think they get their dance genes from me.
I’ve completed four permission slips for school trips this month. Michelle came home one day and said, “If you don’t turn my permission slip in by tomorrow, I can’t go to the movie with my class.” I dug it out of the recycle bin – it was sandwiched between her cursive writing assignment and her dot to dot drawing of a bunny. Does the school really need specific permission from me to take my kid to a movie? Is she safe? Is she having fun? Can I get a full day of work in? Will she be back by dinner? If it’s not rated R and if the answers to those questions are yes, by all means, take her! You don’t need my special permission!
We’ve gone to 10 extra chorus practices to prepare for end of year performances.
We’ve been confirmed and had three events surrounding that special occasion. We also had confirmation homework to complete and a “test”. If you fail do you go to hell?
The cotillion crash course was held four evenings in a row the first week of May and Michelle wrote in her school journal that she didn’t know why she was going to stupid cotillion because “she already knew all of her manners.” I beg to differ.
Open House at school was the weekend before the crash course on manners. At the end of 5th grade, our art teacher gives parents a booklet with our kid’s self portraits from K – 5th grade. I’ll have to admit I teared up looking through Stephanie’s pics. But no time for crying – I had another event to get to.
I accidentally purchased a $300 desk at the school auction for Stephanie and participated in the Soul Train line at the 70’s themed event. I’m trying to loosen up a bit.
We’ve had end of year church programs and end of year classroom events, youth Sunday and a summer camp reunion. The Athletic Banquet is Monday. I need to bake a “goodie” for a teacher this week. I wonder if she likes Goldfish.
There were physicals for summer camp and, of course, the dental appointments happen to fall in May. There are 11 other months and ours fall in May???
DJ has exams coming up and I’m desperately searching for two missing library books (they can withhold your report card for that!). Amelia frickin’ Bedelia. They’re probably buried under socks.
Three graduation parties are headed our way for DJ – and she’s only completed the 8th grade. I didn’t graduate from 8th grade – I just rode the bus home on that Friday and watched Gilligan’s Island while my mom fried salmon balls for dinner.
Yet to come: piano recital, chorus performance, and Awards Chapel.
I can’t wait for June – Topsail Beach – we’ll be there soon!