1697 My own personal Munchausen

Saucy Scale: 9

Earlier this week we went to the End of the School Year Concert at Gusser’s PDO program.  They held it in the evening…and our darling Gus was NOT in the mood for it.  When the entire school stood in the front of the church and sang the litany of classic childhood songs (Twinkle, Twinkle…Jesus Loves Me…& ABC song, but to name a few), my oldest stood up there and pouted.  And if you think we didn’t proudly capture those moments on video, you’d be mistaken.

Very busy day ahead of me as we’re in the final hours until we hop in the minivan and point it in the direction of Disney World.

Laundry.  Lots and lots of laundry.

I also RSVPd "yes" for a Townie Moms group that’s having a new member lunch today.  I volunteered to bring an appetizer.  I’d say "what was I thinking?", but I’m looking at it as an opportunity to start emptying the large freezer (which I will completely empty & defrost upon my return from vacation).

Tomorrow morning there is only one thing keeping us from hitting the road at the crack of dawn.  It happens to be the last day of nursery school for Mr. Gus.  All the families are invited to bring food for a Brunch-Potluck.  (Again, I’ll be preparing something FABULOUS from the freezer!)  We love his nursery school and he L-O-V-E-S  his teacher (serious crush on Mrs. K.)!  We wouldn’t miss this last day of school for anything!

On a completely different note…

I’ve been meaning to write about a frien..nope…an aquaintance of mine.  A Mommy Pal, if you will.  I met her over 2 years ago at the YMCA.  It was the very first child-parent class I took with Gus.  She’s got a daughter the same age as Gus.

At first I just thought she was a little strange.

Then I was feeling kinda lonely and decided that it would be more fun to stroll the mall with a weirdo than do it alone.  Other than our children’s birthdays, I’m not sure we have all that much in common.  But as we’ve spent time together, I realized that she doesn’t have that many friends & she has a husband who travels all the time (more on him later)…and I really did feel sorry for her.

So, every month or so we’d get together and walk the indoor mall if it was cold, the outlet mall if it was warm, or have the rare lunch.

Over time, though…I’ve realized that she isn’t just a little…strange.  I’m fairly certain that she’s got some kind of Munchausen-Thing going on.

There are thousands of quirky and annoying stories to tell…

…but cue the crying baby!  I’ve got to save my youngest from his crib.  I’m not sure how or why, but he managed to sleep until 9:07 this morning.