I am awesome.I am super mom.
Today I did my weigh-in and have now achieved an 11 pound weight loss. Good milestone. I was feeling good. Because I am awesome. Focus on the word "was."
I purchased all the "parts" for the craft for Kyle's V'tines party. That's enough for all three kindergarten classes. I did not seek reimbursement. I wanted to donate.
I cut out all the pieces for the craft, and put them in sandwich bags so everyone could just have a pre-cut ready to assemble craft - grab your bag and go. Enough for all three kindergarten classes. I am awesome.
I made 6 posters with the teachers' black and white pictures blown up and decorated like "valentine princesses" ... 2 for all three classes so the classes could divide up and have two games of pin-the-lips on the V'Tine princess going at once. I hand drew and cut 60 lips for the game. I am awesome.
I created bingo cards for all three classes ... in color and on cardstock. I made the calling cards and provided bingo prizes for all three classes. I am awesome.
I put together the party like a newscast rundown - timing each activity and planning for transitions from one fun thing to the next. I was prepared for extra students, accidents, diversions, and had Plans B, C and D.
I took the day off. I went to the school. I pulled off the party like no one's business. I had instructions for the parents to follow so they could see what was happening next and how they could help. The parents were happy. The teacher was happy. The kids were happy.
And from all of that, I should FEEL awesome. But one moment, one fleeting second, one sidebar, offline, out of sync moment is what rings with me now.
As I started the party, I hear one of Kyle's friends say to him: "Your mom is too fat."