My Mother Of The Year Award Will Be A Large "L" On A Forehead Cast In Bronze

So today is officially Lil Man's Birthday. And in celebrating said birthday in school - there is to be a "special" snack of the baked variety. Either cupcakes or cookies or brownies. Lil Man decides brownies were the chosen baked item as I make the best brownies EVA'. Technically Betty Crocker does - but well, I take all compliments when doled out.

*Here's the secret Bad Mother Confession...
When it was my daughter's birthday in February - I made brownies as well. I cut and packed them in tupperware and even drew a cute little note about it being Miss Thing's 8th Birthday....BUT....I didn't want to go in to the school. To pass them out. Didn't WANT to. Not that I couldn't...didn't WANT to. SO. So I packed them up, put them in a plastic store bag and gave them to her to take on the bus.
"Mom, I don't think I CAN."
Whining....translated means I want YOU to do IT!!!
My answer? Are you ready?
"Well, if you don't, I guess you get no birthday snack. Won't that be a shame?"
YES. I. DID.
Fucked up? Maybe. But this school has an event a week - and I was DONE.
Long and short, she took them on the bus. All was good.

Fast forward a few months to last night while perusing the aisles at BJS with Lil Man. Brownies were baked. And packed.
YES I DID HAVE THE SAME IDEA. YES I WAS GOING TO SEND THEM ON THE BUS WITH MY KINDERGARDENER - SO WHAT?!

Lil Man "Are you coming into school tomorrow?"

Me - "Do I HAVE too?"

Lil Man - Looking at me like I had sprouted another head. "They don't even know what you LOOK like there."

OUCH. OK - maybe I did skip the Spring party and possibly the Valentine's one too...but not even know me?!

It's not like I had a lot of work to do. And it would MAKE his freakin day.

So off I went this morning, where I spent a few hours with a bunch of kids who together sounded like a Motley Crue concert. I went to the library with them and even watched the Kindergarten Celebration practice. (They USED to call it Graduation - but for the kids who stay in Kindergarten another year - they thought it was mean...whatever). They sing songs like, Proud to be an American with these hand gestures - its SO cute and I SWEAR I get SO choked up (shut up) whenever I see it (same show that was for Miss Thing). They do When I'm 64 and The 3 Little Pigs - which for now the grown-ups get to SHOW them...
GUESS who got to be the 3rd Little Pig with the House of Bricks????? YEP! Yours truly. Best Part? My son yelling out - "Mom - you're the SMART pig!" Well, Hell Yes I AM!!!

I'll leave you with the visual of me parading in front of 90 5-6 year olds with a pig hat on my head and a brick in my hand and this little tid-bit from my son....
Last night - he turns to me very solemnly and says, "You know...today is the last day of my life as 5." My answer? Live it UP Pal, you're only 5 once!!