Galloping Cats

Nursery school March 23, 2008

Filed under: Working Mom — gallopingcats @ 4:47 pm

Last Tuesday, I got an email from Gatito’s nursery school that they are planning a playdate for the kids and the mommies to meet the teachers and the other kids and the mommies that will be in his class in September. For this Monday. At 10:30-11:45 a.m.

Arggghhhh! When I signed up for this nursery school, I did ask if I’d be the only working mother whose nanny dropped their kids off and they assured me they had plenty of working mothers.

If this is true, then 1) How about a little advanced warning to make it easier for me to arrange for the time off work? 2) How about inviting parents or caregivers, not just mommies? and 3) How about scheduling at, say 9:00, which would enable me to be at work by 11:00, instead of at 12:30?

I let my boss know I’d be working from home in the morning, taking a couple of hours off, and working the office in the afternoon. Then I told the nursery school to expect both A and me. (What? Dads aren’t supposed to be interested in meeting their kid’s future teachers and classmates?) I also very politely asked if they could perhaps, if at all possible, give a little more advanced notice in the future. They didn’t reply. Ugh.

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Edited to add: BrooklynGirl is right– The fact that they didn’t invite dads or give more notice is universally insensitive, not specifically insensitive to working moms!

 

Chocolate and eggs and cars, oh my! March 23, 2008

Filed under: Gatito — gallopingcats @ 4:35 pm

Unlike Christmas, I never felt left out of Easter growing up Jewish. As an adult, it’s been mostly just annoying that all the stores and restaurants are closed.

Three years ago, I made an easter egg hunt for A. Incidentally, just a couple of months ago, he and Gatito discovered one of those eggs! Luckily it was plastic, not real, and filled with jelly beans, which they didn’t lose any time devouring.

This year, something took over and I got into it, going a little crazy in the Easter aisle at Target. When Gatito got up this morning, he immediately found a small blue egg on the steps and the hunt was on! I wish I’d had a video camera for the funny “I need to pee but I don’t want to stop and go to the potty” dance (finally ended, unfortunately, when he gave up and just let loose in his pull-up).

I don’t know what eggs and chocolate and a Lighting McQueen Easter basket (and a Mater Pez!) have to do with Jesus rising from the dead, but it was fun!