I was recently talking to a gal pal about her kindergartner's experience at his new school. Of course he's learning and loving it, but she did confess to having some mama-drama at this much sought after alma mater. Turns out some rather snooty moms labelled her a DOM...yes, that's right, a DROP-OFF-MOTHER (gasp! clutch your bosom, gentle readers!). As in the kind of mother who rolls to the front door, gives her kid a kiss and a wave, reminds him to grab his backpack and to use his powers for good before he walks himself into a safe environment that is closely monitored by paid professionals. Oh, the horrors! She also said that the yearly fundraiser was a disaster. She made the egregious error of not reading the seven pages of directions for proper delivery of said donation casserole before sending it to the Chairperson of the Casserole Committee (who wouldn't want this esteemed title on her resume???) who chastised her for not sending a FROZEN casserole. Imagine the earth shattering consequences! Peace in Israel will probably be delayed, dear friends...
I am glad to report however that this mom now seems to have turned the corner into the "Oh, f*ck 'em!" stage of school age mothering. Unfortunately we moms all fall into the pit of needing public approval before real life slaps us in the face, and we just can't be bothered by casserole committees and MILF wanna-be moms who carry their obnoxious 4th graders into school on their backs in a Gucci bag along with their psychotic chihuahuas.
DOM's RULE!!!
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