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My subject is Tell us your worst back to school horror story. It was submitted by The Insomniac's Dream. Here goes:
I bet you think I’m going to tell you about a time I myself went back to school. If you’ve read this blog before you know that I really try to take these prompts in an unexpected direction. So I’m not going to tell you about a time when my butt got dragged back to school kicking and screaming. I’m going to tell you the horror story of my youngest son’s first day of Kindergarten.
I wrote a post a year ago about my favorite holiday B-T-S. You can read it here: B-T-S. I told a part of this story in that post. Thanks to The Insomniac's Dream, here’s the whole story:
My two boys are a year apart in age so they’re a year apart in grade as well. Consequently it was just one year after my first son started Kindergarten that I found myself sending my second son. He’d have the same teacher my older son had the year before and I already knew that some of his friends would be in his class. We were ready to go.
A week before school starts there’s a “back to school night”. The school was about 3/4 of a mile from my house so we walked. We went into both of the boys’ rooms, talked to the teachers, set up supplies and talked about the first day. The Principal was there and, since I was very active in the classroom my older son had been in the year before, the Principal knew me. He took me aside to tell me that I shouldn’t worry about getting emotional the first time I sent my youngest off to school. He’s seen many Moms cry over the years.
I know he was trying to be supportive. And in retrospect it may have been a little off-putting when I answered “Cry? Are you kidding? I’ll be dancing in the streets”. The look on the poor guy’s face was priceless, by the way.
At the time, I had a whole group of friends with kids the same age as mine. So there were a lot of us who were sending our youngest to school for the first time. We all met up at the school that fateful morning, took copious amounts of pictures and dropped our kids off in their classrooms.
Then we all drove back to my house for a Champagne brunch. We talked and we laughed and we drank. No one hit anyone, pushed anyone, ripped anything out of anyone’s hands, needed help in the potty, screamed or cried. We ate and we talked and we laughed and we drank some more.
“You’ve gone off on a tangent, Karen” you’re probably thinking. “This is supposed to be a worst back to school horror story” is most likely going through your head.
No, I haven’t forgotten my prompt. Here’s the end of the story: we ate and we talked and we laughed and we drank. But did we watch the clock? Were we there to pick up our babies after their first day of school?
And once we realized it we were not exactly feeling like we should drive.
So if you happened to have been in my neighborhood all those years ago, and you witnessed the herd of Moms jogging towards the school in their high heels wearing panicked expressions, you no longer have to wonder what the heck that was all about. Now you know.
1 package (20 oz) Simply Potatoes, shreds
1/3 cup frozen chopped onion, thawed and drained
10 slices bacon, cooked and chopped
1 TBSP pimentos, chopped
1 cup milk
1 cup shredded sharp cheddar
½ tsp salt
¼ tsp pepper
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease muffin tins. Makes 18 puffs.
*Mix all the puff ingredients together well.
*Distribute evenly into all 18 cups.
*Bake for 40 minutes. Remove from oven and immediately run a knife around the edges to loosen. Let sit for 5 minutes. Serve warm.