I’d say this pretty much describes my week so far. Just substitute the ‘acid’ flashback for the recurring vision (and associated cold sweats) of seeing 150 second-graders all bowling at precisely the same time.
Ah, the end-of-school bowling party.
Lest you think all I do is guzzle beer, chase Texas bands and pretend to know people who flyfish…let me take a moment to set the record straight. You see in my day-to-day life I’m actually a pretty good Homeroom Mom, so I volunteered to drive a carload of Little Chick’s classmates to the bowling party. Oh. My. Word. It was hysterical.
Little Lebowski Urban Achievers as far as the eye could see.
And yet, despite wrapping up the end of school party, we’re still not done! Oh, no no no, we are inching our way across the finish line with school this year. I’m still shuttling children and delivering popsicles. Yet in the midst of my chaos yesterday, Little Chick starts chiding me because I haven’t replaced our recycling bin. I backed over the old one awhile ago and splintered it into a million shards of blue plastic.
Suddenly Little Chick cared. Deeply. She sprung into action and called on her second-grade Earth Day education to create a mini recycling center and help save my environmental soul:
I thought it was pretty damn cute. She may have started the week as a Little Lebowski Urban Achiever, but she’s taken a definite turn toward Uppity Mountain Hippie.
It seemed like the prefect opportunity to have a lively chat about the world’s limited natural resources. So I pulled out this cool graphic depicting the global distribution of water:
I may as well have dropped a bowling ball on her foot. She moaned and groaned and rolled her eyes and throwing her hands in the air, she begged to be released from the whole conversation.
Oh well. For now I am just going to stick to driving, bowling and popsicles.