Friday night at the movies

For a non-parent, saying “Friday night at the movies” probably means going out to a theater, spending a fortune on tickets to a movie, spending even more on a boat-sized container of popcorn, and watching the latest blockbuster on a giant screen.

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For me Friday night at the movies meant heading to Hayley’s school to volunteer for movie night. They were showing Up for the kids this evening and as a member of the PPO I said I’d come and help out. Although the movie started at 7 pm, I got there for 5 and spent about two hours popping popcorn. It reminded me of when I was 18 years old and working at a video store; I think I still smell like oil. It was fun though, and once it was all done we all sat around in the cafeteria chatting until the movie was over.

There were enough of us that clean-up took all of half an hour and I was out of there just before 9 pm. Unfortunately, Hayley didn’t get to enjoy it since she insisted that her throat was sore and she wasn’t feeling well this morning. She had the same cough we’ve all had so we let her stay home because there is one day in there where you just feel like crap. She felt great by this afternoon and really wanted to go but I told her that you can’t miss a day of school and then show up for movie night, so she had to stay home with George and Breanna. Oh well, there’s always next time!

I think I should go take my contacts out and wash my face really well because I have a feeling it can use it after all that corn popping.

Volunteering is addictive

I can now understand how volunteering can easily take up a lot of your time if you want it to. First I joined the PPO to help organize school events, and obviously it’s hoped that you’ll be able to volunteer for some of those events as well. I haven’t yet but I’m going to be helping out at the movie night coming up later this month.

Then I joined the Governing Board which is less about volunteering and more about making important decisions about the school itself, but it still requires at least one meeting a month (more if an urgent situation comes up).

Earlier this month I volunteered to go as a helper for the class trip to see a play, even though it wasn’t even Hayley’s actual class but rather the other grade two class.

At the last PPO meeting the principal mentioned the assembly for Remembrance Day where a couple of war veterans would attend and the classes all do some sort of presentation (song, poem, etc). I immediately asked if she’d like me to come and photograph it so they could use the pictures around the school and on the website.

War vets

The assembly ended up being today since the veterans couldn’t attend yesterday (Hayley was so cute, she told me that they had to postpone it because the veterinarians couldn’t make it!), so at 10 am I headed out with my camera bag, my flash, and all my lenses. I sometimes feel like a bit of a dork when other people have simple point and shoots and then there I am with a camera bag bigger than my head*. It was fun though!

Thing wrapped up in about an hour so the kids could go to lunch but I hung out in the office for a bit with some of the other PPO folks, chatting and laughing. The secretary was preparing posters for the upcoming book fair; it’s held all day for the students and then it’s open again that evening during Parent-Teacher night in case any parents want to buy books. And the “I love this volunteering thing!” kicked in and I asked her if she needed volunteers – that was met with an emphatic YES PLEASE. I can’t do it during the evening since I want to see all of Hayley’s teachers (she has three main teachers this year – French, Math, English) so I’ll be too busy but I could go for at least half the day to help out.

It’s addictive. I could very easily get carried away with it. In fact I might volunteer for pizza day this month. It’s as though once I’m in the school I want to just jump right in and do everything I possibly can to help out. The thing is, once Breanna’s in school too I’ll be able to spend even more time there since I won’t have to worry about George’s schedule then.

In the meantime I’m doing the best I can and I’m so glad I pushed myself this year, got myself out of my comfort zone instead of letting my panic attacks stop me, and just got started. I wish I had done more of this the first two years, but I’m making up for lost time now!

*Although, is it just me or do SLR users always seek each other out? A man was there with a Nikon D40X and I immediately started trying to check the camera out discreetly from a distance. I changed my lens a few times and wondered what he was using since he didn’t. Apparently he was eying mine as well because after it was over we just kind of walked up to each other and he asked me what my big lens was. I told him it was the 70-300mm and asked about his, which ended up being a 35-70mm. We both expressed some envy over the other’s lens, then carried on about our business. That happens a lot, it’s like we photographers are part of some secret club!

Culture for the elementary school

Being a member of the Governing Board at Hayley’s school, I received an email one day asking us to vote on approving a last-minute field trip for grades one through six. The trip was to go see a play called “Simon and the Egg” which is about the environment, climate change, and how we’re all responsible for doing our part to help out.

I immediately said yes because it sounded like a good idea – many kids haven’t seen a play at that age and anything that brings about awareness for environmental causes is okay in my book. When I received the permission slip, I signed it, slipped the small fee into an envelope and sent it off with a little note telling Hayley’s teacher to let me know if she needed a volunteer.

The trip was divided over three days with grades one and two attending the play on Monday. First I received a call at 9 am and her teacher told me that she had received confirmation from one of the moms and she wouldn’t need me this time. No problem. Not five minutes later she called back to tell me the other grade two class had no volunteer because the mom was at home with two sick kids, and would I mind going with them?

Well, no I wouldn’t mind one bit. I know most of those kids by this point anyway and was happy to go with them. The best part was that Hayley didn’t even know I was coming so she almost fell over in shock when she passed me in the hallway and saw that I was there. She was a little annoyed that I wasn’t volunteering for her class but we were all on the same bus and the theater was very small so it didn’t make much difference in the end.

Simon and the Egg

The theater we went to was incredible because it’s an very small venue. There isn’t even a stage for the play, it’s performed directly on the floor, right in front of you. You get to sit so close that you almost feel like you’re a part of the play itself. It was also a one-man show which – as a person who took acting classes once upon a lifetime – always impresses me. Monologues are incredibly scary since you have no one to play off but yourself, your imagination, and your audience, so I give massive props to actor Michel Lefebvre for doing a fantastic job.

The play was probably a little over the heads of the kids because of their ages. The story wasn’t blatant in-your-face “save the environment!” in its message, it was more abstract and I think that they probably didn’th catch all the nuances that the adults and older kids would. Still, it was a totally stunning visual experience which had the entire audience of children enthralled. In all honestly, my own mouth was hanging open more than once just because it was all so beautiful and so well done.

Simon and the Egg

In the end, what I loved most was that it didn’t preach – no one tells you what you need to do, you’re left to figure out for yourself where your responsibilities lie. I like that, especially from an educational viewpoint because it lets you ask the kids questions. On the way back I asked Hayley what she thought we needed to do in general, and she said things like more plants and trees, no littering, picking up garbage… Kids are often more aware than they might appear on the surface.

Overall though, even if the kids didn’t catch as many things as I did, I’m just ecstatic to know that they saw a play. One boy on the bus asked me what a play is when we were driving out there and for this generation to understand, I had to tell him that it’s similar to when characters on television tell you a story except in a play you get the story right in front of you. I don’t think he really got it until he saw it for himself.

Arts aren’t necessarily a top priority in the education system anymore, so knowing that the kids at Hayley’s school are getting to experience some culture and theater made me very happy. It was nine bucks well spent and I’m glad that we, as a board, unanimously voted our approval because I think it was really beneficial.

If you happen to be from the Montreal area, I urge you to check it out yourself, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.

I may have to tape open my eyelids

Due to my night owl nature combined with having young kids, I am frequently more tired than I would like to be. I always mean well and do try to get to bed at a decent hour, but it’s hard because my second wind kicks in. More than any other day, though, I hate to be tired on a Monday. It just feels so wrong and depressing to start the week off exhausted.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t get to bed until about 12:15 am which was already starting things off on the wrong foot since that meant I had all of six hours before my alarm would go off. Yikes. On top of that, I woke up at 4:15 this morning by Breanna hacking and coughing. I did sort of doze on and off but I woke up every time she coughed again (luckily for her, she didn’t seem to really wake up, although she is a bit groggy this morning) and I also had trouble getting back into a deep sleep because in the back of my head I knew I didn’t really have that much time before I’d need to get up.

So I’m running on a little more than four hours of disrupted sleep which is bad enough in and of itself. However, I also got a call from the school; the grade one and two classes are attending a play about the environment today and I had asked if they needed me to chaperone. It seemed they were fine but Hayley’s teacher called me back to say that the other grade two class is missing a parent and they wondered if I could come after all. Of course I said yes because it makes me feel better to be there while Hayley’s being shuttled about. I was considering lying down for an hour or two but I’d rather go help out.

On top of that, when we get back home I’ll have to slam through whatever’s left in my work load and eat supper at a decent hour because I have a Governing Board meeting back at the school this evening. Judging by the amount of topics listed on the agenda I’m betting it’s going to be a long one and I’ll consider myself lucky if it’s wrapped up by 9 pm. I can’t complain too much though, because one of the other mothers going on the field trip is on the board and even Hayley’s teacher is on the board, so we’ll all be tired tonight!

I think that by the time I get home for the last time tonight, take the dog out for her last pee, get myself a cup of green tea and a treat from the Halloween bag, I’ll be more than ready to crash and crash HARD in bed. Here’s hoping I get a good solid sleep throughout the night so that I feel more awake than I do right now.

Hoo boy, it’s going to be a long day.

This is getting so old

Winter view

I live in Canada, it’s Winter, there is snow, blablabla. I get it. I know. But really? Getting a massive snowfall at least once per week has officially gotten old now.

We have another storm going on right now and I am both surprised and disappointed that there were no school cancellations today because it would have been the perfect day to say “Yeah? Well %$#& this!” and go back to sleep. Alas, schools were open and Hayley had to go because she had to hand in her money and order for lunch on pizza day next Friday, it was the last day for the chocolate heart sale at lunch time in the cafeteria, and the deadline for returning the form they sent home to find out how many people would be interested in a school-provided breakfast program.

I said hell yes to the breakfast idea. It’s not because I don’t have time to give her breakfast or because I’m negligent enough to not care. However, and it took me a stupidly long time to figure this out, Hayley is not a fan of eating immediately upon waking up. I’m not sure why I didn’t realize it sooner since I’m the same way. The only times I’ve eaten breakfast within the first ten minutes of getting up was when I was pregnant (helped dull down morning sickness), or if I have to go out. Apparently Hayley does better with breakfast if she’s been up for at least an hour, and it only took me over five months of school to make that connection. Unfortunately, she already has to get up at 6:30 am so there’s no way in hell I’m getting her up at 5:30 so she can sit around for an hour before eating. If they do the breakfast program at the school, that will solve the problem. It is ridiculously cheap at only $12 four times per year, it’s something like 30 cents per breakfast and they have a choice of hot or cold things. Awesome! I hope it will start this year.

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Valentines for school

Speaking of school, since tomorrow is Valentine’s day, last week they sent home a list with the names of all the students and asked that we send in a valentine for each one. During the week they all made a little post office box and decorated it and wrote their name, so that this week students could bring in cards and deliver them to the boxes. On the 14th they’ll get to open all their cards and theoretically, if everyone follows the instructions, they’ll each get 22 cards.

I like that they insist that students have to give one to EACH classmate. It helps to avoid having that one unpopular kid get three cards while someone else gets a ton. When they’re older they can go ahead and just give to their friends but it’s nice to teach them about not hurting someone’s feelings. As it is, in high school they used to sell carnations for two bucks and they’d be delivered during homeroom on the 14th and it was the worst to be sitting there, praying that someone, ANYONE had gotten you at least one because trust me, people looked to see who didn’t get one. More than once I sent an anonymous carnation to a couple of the unpopular loners just because I felt bad.

Hayley made me laugh though. We had gotten a few packs of mixed cards from the dollar store and she was going through her list yesterday, filling the cards out. She had picked one with two caterpillars hugging and it said, “You’re nice!” on the outside. She looked at it, then looked at the name of the little boy who was next on the list and she said, “I don’t think I want to use this one for so-and-so. He’s not actually very nice.” I said that although she had to give a card to everyone, she absolutely didn’t have to give a “you’re nice” card to someone who wasn’t nice. She picked a more generic card for him.

(Yes, she’s wearing a Halloween pumpkin costume in that picture. Don’t ask.)

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Another fun thing at the school happens on Friday. It’s the 100th day of school this year (already?!). The teacher sent home a letter about it, saying that they’ve been doing a lot of fun stuff about the number 100 like learning to count to 100 by fives and tens (which I didn’t know she could do until I mentioned it, at which point she started rattling the numbers off), and playing games based on the number. We were all asked to send in something for Friday. We could send in 100 buttons/paper clips/whatever, draw a picture and attach 100 things (they gave an example of drawing a big sheep and gluing on 100 cotton balls), or sending in 100 of some small treat. Usually they have a no junk policy so Hayley jumped on the idea of sending in a candy treat for a special occasion and so on Friday she’ll be taking in 100 gummy hearts to share.

That should make her popular with every kid in the class. Even the not-so-nice one.

A moment to compose myself

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On Saturday George and I were invited to a party. We had planned to drop Breanna off at his parents’ house that evening; Hayley had already gone out with them for the afternoon. At about 2 that afternoon I decided I wanted to take some brownies to the party so I plopped Breanna into the stroller and we set off. It was really beautiful out, sunny and not cold at all. We wandered around the mall and I found several good Christmas gift ideas for the girls for us to consider getting.

On the way back home, I walked past the elementary school that Hayley will be attending next Fall. I could see through the windows and I saw all the little desks and chairs and tables, and all the artwork and the chalkboards. I realized how quickly Hayley has grown up and how – despite the fact that she laments that “it will be such a long time” until she turns five – she will be in school before I know it. And I unexpectedly started to cry. I was a little startled and also a little embarrassed, peeking around to make sure no one else was on the sidewalk who might see me.

I managed to get control of myself and I started walking towards home. I made myself feel better due by thinking about how I can join the parent committee, go to the parent-teacher nights, and be as involved as possible in her school life. The school is close by and by then Breanna will be old enough that maybe I could have her spend a few hours with George’s dad so that I can go and volunteer with stuff or something. I’m actually really excited about the idea of the parent committee; I don’t think I’d be comfortable being the chairperson like my dad was when I was in elementary school, but I definitely want to be a part of it. Thinking of those things helped me stop feeling sad.

I know it’s inevitable because we all grow up and we all have to let go of our kids when they start to grow up too, but it feels so sudden. She may be restless for Kindergarten to start, but frankly I’m glad there are still ten months before she goes.