How to ( not ) be a class mom!

I love being involved with my son's school. I love the idea of it. I like his teachers and we are pretty passionate in our house about homework and spelling tests. With that said, I learned a lot last year about my limits. Excited about our son's new adventure into Kindergarten, I was the parent in the front row feverishly taking notes at orientation while my husband actually had conversations with other people. I signed up for every parent/volunteer event I thought I could handle (ha!).  I signed up for year book photos, festivals and events I had no idea experience with. I ignored the wiser mothers in my life who shook their heads and advised me to pare it down. I had no idea what a "class mom" was exactly in this day and age, yet I was determined to be the best one ever!

hmmm.

I really did try my best, yet it was not a natural fit. I admire -and am grateful for -the moms who devote themselves to ensuring all of our children enjoy special events throughout the year. As a volunteer, I found myself too...impatient to truly enjoy each and every experience (What is the true ROI for these fundraisers? Is every child having a GREAT time? How do we improve this process for next year? Whose minding that crazy child over there...oh, wait that's my kid...).   I really enjoyed getting to know people but my main goal was to be there for Monkey. Running around like a manic person actually made me less present for him.


The end result of my experience is that I signed up for nothing this year. That's right. Big zero. I will join in the fun if it works with my family priorities and our schedules. I will always donate goods when asked and be present when it makes sense for us and it means something to Monkey (like an upcoming mystery reader stint). And I will definitely be donating generously to the PTA this year...

For fun, here are a few pictures last year when I did a Halloween craft for Monkey's class. It took me 6 hours over two nights to hand cut little bat bodies and it took them 10 minutes to complete. The candy boxes and cellophane were from Michael's. It was fun - yet this year I am delivering food made by someone else as I intend to keep my eyes on Monkey as he dazzles in his Star Wars costume. He'll be happy with my undivided attention - inside or outside the classroom.




NYC Food Carts


As a Midwest transplant I always enjoy the surprise and delight of visiting relatives when they witness the diversity of New York City first hand. Not just the people - also the food. For tourists and dedicated foodies alike, NYC restaurants offer an amazing variety that suits any palette or preference.

On recent outings, I began to notice that the most casual dining available in the Big Apple is just as diverse. Let me preface by admitting that I DO NOT eat at these carts (with the exception of a hot dog - or "dirty water dog" - shared with my dad in 1994 because he really wanted the experience...). This is not because of any health concerns - thousands of people enjoy cart food every day and I am sure they are just fine. I just happen to be a bit of a germaphobe and...anyway. Here are a few pics of NYC food carts. I think they add to the uniquely artful NYC backdrop...street art that simply looks wicked cool.


Indian...
Crepes...
Hot dogs...
Dumplings...
                                                                     Lobster Rolls...
                                                                            Gyros...

and this cute little guy...
                                                                love the sombrero.