It’s been a long time since I felt like a rookie parent, but last night at my first Open House I made a typical rookie error:
I forgot about chairs.
Specifically, I forgot that preschools only have little chairs. When Max’s preschool opened its doors, I was eager to find a seat near the front of the room, but then I saw them: rows and rows of tiny plastic chairs perfectly sized for my four year old.
Open House was supposed to be 45 minutes, but it lasted for an hour and a half. My bottom is still a combination of sore and numb. Future parents of preschoolers prepare yourself:
OPEN HOUSE IS JUST LIKE A SPIN CLASS, BUT YOU DON’T BURN ANY CALORIES! WEAR CYCLING SHORTS OR BRING A CUSHION!
When me and my sore tushy got home, Max’s godmother told me how babysitting went. All was fine until it was time for lullabies. I warned my children that she probably wouldn’t know the songs we usually sing, but she would definitely know Twinkle Twinkle and Itsy Bitsy. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough.
Splice to R, decked out in her professional attorney attire, holding Max on the rocking chair and looking up lyrics to Lollipop on her blackberry.
Guess I’m not a total rookie.