"We Make a Lotta Rules"

My son looked contemplatively at his lunch today. Then he spoke slowly and thoughtfully.

"We make a lotta rules, don't we?"

I stepped out of the laundry room cautiously. I did NOT want to have this conversation right now. You know the schtick. The conversation bout how rules are important, especially when running a house full of boys, a dog, four cats, and assorted other critters and kids.

About how God gives us rules to help keep us safe and help us make wise choices.

And about how parents are charged with doing the same for our children.

So I decided to tread cautiously.

"What do you mean, buddy? How do we make a lot of rules?"

"Well..."

Titan, RIP, after his swim in the neighborhood pool.

He hesitated.

It's May: Let's Make a Deal

Last year, Jen Hatmaker wrote an amazingly wonderful blog post about being the Worst End of School Mom Ever. By taking off the mask and revealing this about herself, all of the rest crappy May Moms have breathed a sigh of relief, given each other the knuckle bump of solidarity, and aired our End of Year dirty laundry to one another.

It has truly been cathartic.

The one thing that Jen's post did not include was a true remedy for this problem. Therefore, I have a deal to propose. It's a deal between teachers and parents. And if necessary, we can get school administration involved. But let's do what we can to keep them out of it, shall we? This can be our little secret.

April Fool's Day: Room Mom Edition

Sometimes I can be downright mean.

I'm the Room Mom for my son's second grade class. Each week, I send out a "Week at a Glance" email letting the parents know what's going on in the classroom and school that week. I will sometimes put due dates for projects, etc. But that requires me to be aware of them first, so that usually doesn't make it into the email.

But this past week it did:

Note the April 1 entry.