Hi all! Happy Thursday. The weekend is almost in sight.
My guy from China is arriving in a little over an hour, so I'll be tied up with him all day. Super sad that I'll miss out on the Prudie fun.
I'm going to vent briefly, while wearing my judgy pants. Wooz's school does a second grade musical every year. Cool. They've been practicing during music class, and Wooz is enjoying it.
The music teacher is a little...intense for my taste. She has sent three lengthy emails so far: one on the critical importance of getting your kid to the musical; one about downloading the songs and lyric sheets so they can practice at home (oops); and one just last night, with a reminder about the musical, why it's so crucial, and a whole lotta info I didn't need about why kids who are not participating can't possibly be allowed to participate in rehearsals during music class, what they do instead, why it's so confusing for Braxton to rehearse next to McKenzeeee if McKenzeeee doesn't make it to the actual performance, etc.
Y'all. It's the second grade musical. It's not that I don't care. I know that teaching music is her job. But this seems like a borderline obsessive approach, when a) it's going to be bad, because it's a second grade musical, and b) the parents won't care, because we expect it to be bad, and we'll be charmed regardless.
This is the same music teacher who couldn't even get through her speech at the end of Willy Wonka Jr. without crying. I don't even know why she was making a speech, she could have just thanked everyone, let the kids take their bows, and been done. Also, I have a sensitive kid, so I kind of get it, but it was Willy Wonka Jr., not a Lifetime Achievement Tony.
[removes judgy pants, hopefully puts on normal pants]
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