Remember the whole Valentine’s Day fiasco? Where we were the clueless parents who didn’t realize we were supposed to bring valentines and candy for all of the other little beasties in the Littlest Brewster’s daycare class? And everyone else handed out treats but the Littlest Brewster?
Well this holiday, they took pity on us. The other day, I had called to check on LB and the daycare director asked me if I had read the sign on the door to her classroom. I had to admit that no, I had not. (I can’t help it! I’m usually in such a rush that I don’t even notice the signs on the classroom door!)
So Venus very kindly told me that it said we needed to bring in a dozen plastic Easter eggs, filled with stickers and cello taped shut, to give out to the other members of LB’s class. ((She did also make sure to say they just needed plain old plastic eggs. No organic or hand crafted or sustainable or whatever eggs. Plastic eggs. It’s like she thinks we’re some sort of weird sustainable-living, make-for-yourselves kind of family. 😉 )) And they were having an Easter party and we could sign up to bring food or juice boxes or something. And they were due the next day. (Thanks for the ample warning…)
I stopped at Target to get the requisite supplies – of course, I could only find sheets of stickers, not packs of individual stickers – and planned on assembling her eggs that night.
Alas, I am sick again and couldn’t even muster the energy to fill the plastic eggs. Which is how I found myself at 6:00 am on the kitchen floor, cutting up sheets of stickers and filling and taping eggs while the Littlest Brewster “helped” me.
One extra crappy thing about the whole situation is that LB left daycare early the day of the celebration for her 15-month well check, so she didn’t even get to participate in the egg hunt/party.
I’d like to think that this won’t be a situation that repeats itself over and over throughout LB’s childhood, but then I’d be lying to myself. If LB is anything like me or the DreadBrewer, I’m sure she’ll spring the “I need 4 dozen cookies for the bake sale tomorrow!” on us at least once a year.
But hey – on the bright side, we were not the clueless parents this time! 🙂