When Jack's teachers post a sign-up sheet on the classroom door, I sign up.
Party? I will bring food.
Movie? He can watch it.
Read a book to the class? I'm on it.
This was actually my first time reading a book to the class, though. The strictures of a working mom's schedule (with a nasty commute, I might add) tend to prevent me from mid-day mommy duties.
"You have to do this."
That's what my brain said about story time. So, I signed up, and I showed up, and I delivered.
I read The Book With No Pictures by BJ Novak. If you do not have this book yet, I will wait while you click on the link to Amazon and GET YOURSELF A COPY IMMEDIATELY.
The book is genius.
When I finished the book, the kids clapped. It was obvious that they had been instructed to clap when a parent finished a book, an instruction which I (and Proper Paige) appreciate.
They then bum-rushed me to hug me in a flailing pile of five year old mirth.
You guys. It was pure joy. FOR ME.
I mean -- that's it. It was so stinking awesome. Motherhood is trippy.
Hope your heart is amazingly light today.