No Hiding

Every one likes a bit of attention now and again. Well, today I got mine.

I will, quite frequently, work out ofter I drop off the kids at school. Today I was prepared to do just that; no shower, work out clothes and no make up. I just drop them off and go. No chatting with other Mom's or teachers.

But this a.m. as I'm getting ready to walk out the door, I remembered I promised Sis I'd help her look in her locker for a misplaced paper. Bummer. I'd have to show my un-made self to others. Oh bother, to quote Pooh Bear.

"This won't be so bad" I tell myself. We drive, we arrive and we start looking in her locker (located in her room). Her teacher comes over and starts talking to me. No big deal. Except when I realise I'm pitted out. Gross.

Finlay I'm out of Sis' room and I start walking back to Penny. I then realize what day it is. Tuesday. "Hummm. Funny but I volunteer for the Twins' reading group on Tuesdays. That's weird." It took awhile but reality did sunk in. Today was the day I was to help.

I was pitted out and stuck at the school for the next two hours in close contact with very honest first graders (even though group didn't start until 9.30 I wasn't about to go home and shower and come back. WAAAAY to much $ in gas.)

I decide to check in with the Twins' teacher to see if she already has enough help. I'll admit it, I was hoping to get out of it!!! Nope, she needs me. Another bummer.

I go to wait in the office and try not to get to close to others. =D I had to walk back to Penny to lock her and the 1st gr. teacher asked me to help her in the classroom. Great.

I do. Then the Principal snagged me to help her with a project.

I do. As I'm walking back toward the classroom I overhear the Principal tell the receptionist "Yeah. Go ahead and pull the alarm." What?!?

Yup. You guessed it. A fire drill. All must evacuate. Uggg.

As the alarm is blaring, I help two first graders that are leaving the restroom to vacate. We find the other first graders and follow them to the 'safety tree'.

As I'm standing there, in my gym stuff, unmade and stinky, I was so-o impressed.

There were 210 kids, several parents and 16 teachers out in the field, and there was not a peep to be heard. (Aside form the alarm, that is.) No kids screaming or laughing. No teachers chatting. The teachers where in complete control and the kids were obeying.

I was just hoping my older kids were far enough away not to notice the potential embarrassing mother standing with the first graders. They didn't, by the way. Or at least they didn't say. They really aren't that embarassable.

Yup. Leave it to me to stand out in a fire drilling crowd. There was no hiding for me today.