Dragged Through the Mud: How I Wasn’t Invited to a Third Grade Party
(Random side note: just choosing a title for the post before I start writing might prove to be an unexpected bit of fun along the way.) You remember teacher gifts, right? I mean, if you don’t have kids in elementary school currently … you remember that kids (cough, cough, the moms, cough, cough) give teachers gifts at the end of the school year, right? Maybe Christmas as well? Of course, if you are the parent of a kid in elementary school right now, you know about teacher gifts because it’s likely on your lengthy ‘to do’ list right now, sandwiched between ‘steam dance costumes for the year-end show’ and ‘sign up for shift at field day.’ My kids went to a small elementary school, the only school in our town. Kids from preschool to 6th grade attend our, to be honest, pretty freaking quaint little school. Families who have known one another for generations intermingle with the newly-moved-to-town folks on the first day of school, Halloween, Michaelmas, the last day, etc. There is a m...