1. Back to School Night at the two kids' elementary school made me realize what a difference there is between fifth grade and first grade...teachers. It's as if youth is a requirement in first grade teachers.
2. In fifth grade? Not so much.
3. The PTA president is a wonderful person. I enjoy my interactions with her on a personal level. But she is apparently quite an emotional speaker. As in, she nearly cries when talking in public. I don't think it's an attempt to emotionally connect with her audience. I think it's a response to being scared to death to talk in public.
4. I definitely would skip make-up if that were the case for me. Oh, right, I don't ever wear make-up anyway.
5. Eldest's middle school also had its back to school night. Ridiculing the idiots who ignored the "no kids" rule, I proceed to slunk into the gym with my Super Big Gulp Diet Coke, ignoring the "no food or drink" rule.
6. The PTA president's introductory speech included the line, "The reason I wanted you to meet us is so you know who we are." Okay. Sort of. I guess.
7. We get 10 minutes with each teacher. The Earth Science teacher is a young, gorgeous thing with a to-die-for body. She's the stuff of young boys' dreams.
8. I now understand why the boy down the street has already had detention twice.
9. On another subject, I received another appeal to write about a product. This one: diapers. Part of the very long email soliciting my goodwill was, "We’ve just introduced a new diaper to the public and after having read your blog (which I really enjoyed), couldn’t help but think you might be interested in doing a product review." My response back? "Thankfully, my kids have been out of diapers for more than three years. Now, if you're talking about a product for me, I'm not quite there yet."
10. Why is it that when I buy something in bulk that my kids adore, they choose exactly that moment to stop liking it? Oh, right, they're jerks. Thank God it's not diapers I need anymore. Or yet.