So this week was crazy! Big Girl and Little Boy had two of the oddest school projects due on the same day. Why oh why do the teachers not get together and plan a little better?! I hate it when the stars mis-align like this and my kids (aka I) have two big things due on the same day. Little Boy had to prepare an oral presentation with a puppet (!?) on a historical figure of his choosing. He chose FDR. My first question was if FDR was the Roosevelt in the wheelchair or not, cause how in the heck am I going to pull that one off (puppet wise). Luckily he wasn't that Roosevelt. Side note: they were related though. FDR used crutches for some of his life. We made a puppet sans crutches. I pretty much took that project over since my son doesn't sew or use hot glue guns at this point in his 10 years. Gotta teach that kid some crafty skills soon! When I finished it up I showed it to him and he told me it was "beast!" (Funny because I recently got called a beast by a fellow blogger- she didn't mean it in the nice way my son did though- both times I laughed... totally beast man!).
Then poor Big Girl had a bad experience with her cow costume. She was assigned to dress as a nursery rhyme character. She chose the cow from the classic "Hey Diddle Diddle". Unfortunately it wasn't only the little dog who laughed in this scenario. She was laughed at (and mooed at) for being the only one in costume on the wrong day (Mom messed up! I dressed her up a day early). The sad part was I had so much going on with FDR puppet and volunteering to help with cub scouts the night before that I had been sewing the spots for the cow on her white clothing until midnight the night before. Joke's on me there I suppose. Luckily she had left her lunch on the car seat that day, thus making me hurry it to her before the bell even rang and I was able to take her home to change and calm down a bit. She was crying when I got there. Since I volunteer on Tuesdays there the kindergartners all know me. I made it a point to tell the teacher on those unthinking kids (names being withheld at the time of reporting but looking at those taunting mooers who made my little calf cry with my seriously-disappointed-in-you look). The next day when she bravely re-wore her cow costume she opted for leaving the horned headband in the backpack until show time. That's my practical heroic girl!
Yes, it was the best of times it was the worst of times. I am just glad it's now all in the past.