Last night was a mini carnival at Saydee's school. The PTA sponsored it along with a book fair all week. The money made from both of these events stays right at her school and will be used to buy new books that are desperately needed in the school library.
My friend, Debbie is the VP of PTA for the school and last year I was her 'assistant'. I felt that the time I spent doing PTA 'stuff' was considerably more than I was expecting and besides, I'd rather spend my 'school time' in Saydee's own classroom instead of at all kinds of PTA sponsored events (which are all good and worth-while - just time consuming). So, I resigned my post as assistant to the VP of Saydee's school in the PTA late last fall.
Now, since resigning I've found myself somehow involved with EVERY SINGLE PTA sponsored event already this school year. Probably because Debbie is still plugging along and I want to help her and well, Saydee does like me to be at all the stuff with her - kinda 'pumps her up' and builds her confidence (maybe a little too much).
So, last Saturday I found myself helping set up stuff at the Book Fair - cutting out letters with my CRICUT machine and hanging hundreds of hand made snowflakes up in the gym with glue dots. Also, spent a few hours of my time at the book fair itself this week - running copies and delivering flyers to all the classrooms, and occasionally selling a book or two - and spending nearly $75 on books (yes, I just hosted a book party at my home two weeks ago and bought a substantial number of books there, too - jeesh!).
The carnival was to try to help get families in the school to purchase more books at the book fair. There were little games and food and all the usual carnival activities - lots of people crammed in a small space - but, yes - all for a good cause. I was in charge of face painting. I asked a couple of young girls who live by me to work the booth during the night and I got all painting get-up all ready for them. It worked swell and I was able to help with other needs of the carnival. So, while I was running around helping get stuff taken care of, my kids were doing the same - RUNNING AROUND...or so I thought.
Steven came late - when he was done working. I asked him to help keep an eye on Logan specifically because he was crazy running around. We didn't really worry about Saydee because she knew the ropes - after all this was her school...and she's a pretty good kid.
So, we stayed and helped clean up - Steven loaded up a bunch of tables from the book fair and I helped take down those lovely handmade snowflakes. Also helped clean up from the carnival, too. All the while, our kids were helping here and there and basically having a good time with their friends - a little too good of a time....
I headed home with the kids (Steven headed back to the shop because he lost his cell phone and was gonna look for it). On the way home, Logan casually mentions that Saydee said a 'bad wood in the haw-way, mamma'. I asked what word...he said 'Shut up and the odda one'. I asked Saydee, "Did you say shut up in the hallway?"
She looked incredibly guilty (probably because that was just the tip of the freakin' iceberg)...she then proceeds to tell me that they found this secret hiding place in the school and that her and about 6-7 other kids were hiding in there and she was swearing in there. I nervously ask her what kinds of swear words she said (thinking it was shut up, stupid, hate - you know -------NOT!!!). She then rattles off - Shit, damn, hell, gosh damn it, son of a bitch and oh yes....shut up.
I of course, gasp - and say something like "What the hell were you thinking? That was a such a stupid thing to do, Saydee...those kids' parents are gonna shit their pants when they hear what you said in front of their son of a bitchin' kids!!! .... ok, not really - I WANTED to say that - really I did - and truth is - I might normally would say that - the swear words anyway - but, I remained calm - because she had told the truth - fairly voluntarily - and we have a rule that if you tell the truth, well, you know - the punishment is less severe.
So, I lecture all the way home - all the while realizing it is my fault that she even knows these words - and Steven's fault, too - AND FREAKING OUT AT THE THOUGHT OF WHAT THE PARENTS WILL THINK OF US AND OUR PARENTING STYLE!!!
When we arrive home, I ask her what she thinks she should do to fix the situation - she decides she should call 3 of the kids and apologizes in tears to them and that ends it for the night. I will call the other mom this morning and explain and apologize because I don't know her that well and would like to reclaim a small amount of respect from her. Also, her daughter - WAS - coming over to play with Saydee today - Hopefully STILL is.
We also talked about the fact that we all need to set better examples for others - mom and dad need to watch our swearing (in front of the kids anyway) and Saydee needs to set a good example to her friends and Logan and Logan, well - he just needs to not yell so much - (another story for another day).
As I'm laying in bed with the kids asking what their favorite part of the carnival was, Logan says running around in the hallways - DUH!
Saydee calmly replies "When I went pee in the boys bathroom"..........