Friday, May 25, 2007

School Mom

I am declaring myself an official School Mom, based on what happened in the wee hours yesterday.

At 2:00 a.m. yesterday, Jim rolled over, nudged me with his elbow, and said, "Playdough!" To which statement, I responded, "Oh, shit!!" Yesterday morning was to be our turn to bring playdough to the cooperative preschool that Sprout goes to - and I went to sleep with Sprout at 8:30 p.m. and never got up again to make the playdough.

So, at 2:30 a.m., I found myself sifting through playdough recipes to find one that was peanut-butter free and had no exotic, fishy ingredients like alum (who would want their child working with stuff that has alum in it anyway?!?). At 6:30 a.m., I was up again, making said playdough. And kneading in the food colouring. And wrapping it in plastic. In order to disappoint no short people.

I've arrived.


Blogger PostCards said...

That is SO something that would happen to me! And that is exactly how it would happen...a one-word reminder at the most inappropriate time that would instantly set off a frenzy of activity. Good on you for coming through for the short people!

12:55 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I also admire you getting up in the middle of the night..but I can't believe that you would have a CHOICE of what play dough recipe to choose from!! M

8:42 pm  
Blogger Carmi said...

You're supermom! I probably wouldn't have even woken up...I would have been driving to the all-night superstore to buy the stuff before breakfast.

Hope all is well with you, Gwen. Haven't seen a new post in a bit. Drop me a line when you chime back in. Your voice is missed.

8:05 pm  
Blogger Alicia said...

Hi Gwen!
It's Alicia, that lil' ole evil faerie you traded recipes with a few years back. I just became a mommy 9 months ago, and now I see what I have to look forward to! You are indeed a SuperMom. Glad to see you're still blogging.

10:04 am  

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