Today I brought Ironflower to school a little bit early. I had to hang up some notices on her class' bulletin board, responsible class mother that I am. And I had to borrow Mrs.G's stapler to do it.
I popped my head in and asked, simply mentioning that I had to post some class mommy stuff. A few minutes later Mrs. G opened the door and gave Ironflower the warmest welcome I have ever seen. She got a hug and a comment about her cute outfit (her shirt said, "Tiaras make you taller", and its pink matched the pink flowers on her jeans - I love that outfit). I thought to myself, hmmmmm, that's quite a change.
Lovebug and I went about our day and then went to pick up Hot Guy for the school pick up. Hot Guy has been dying to check out the situation, as he thinks I'm being paranoid about Mrs.G's behavior. He went to the playground to get Ironflower while I watched Lovebug sleep in his carseat.
Ironflower got a hug from Mrs.G and Hot Guy got lots of positive comments about her behavior. Now Hot Guy is convinced that I've been paranoid and overly critical. I'm equally convinced that Mrs.G has put Ironflower on favorite status now that she's realized I'm a class mother and could make her class parties a living hell.
(Class parties suck for teachers and never believe for one second that they enjoy them. I once blew off a Valentine's Day date in favor lying on a colleague's couch with a six pack after a class party.)
I know I should feel bad that Mrs.G is getting away with playing such favorites. But more than anything I'm relieved that Ironflower is getting the affection she deserves. I can't believe I've turned into one of THOSE mothers. (In my defense, though, I will say that at least I stopped Lovebug from throwing mulch at the park today, even though he was enjoying himself immensely.)
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