Do you think the classroom moms are mad at me? You know, maybe they read the blog?

Do you think the classroom moms are mad at me? You know, maybe they read the blog?  The irony of what happened to day, being the last day of school, bit me hard in the ass.

Today was Laurel's last day of school.  I can't tell you how excited and proud I was that she accomplished so much in 180 days.  (I was also astounded how fast the first year flew.  I went home and immediately checked her 529 balance.)  On this last day of school, all of her classmates wore their classroom shirt.  This was a shirt that she got was during the class picnic.  On the front was an iron-on picture of what looked like a calendar.  But rather than numbers in each box, there was a self portrait of each child with their name.  During the picnic all the kids autographed each shirt.  It was a very nice gesture but when I saw the shirt, I noticed the iron-on picture.  A hot dryer would rip that apart so I (smartly) kept the shirt out of the dryer when I washed it and had it ready for Laurel.

But this morning when I took the shirt off the drying rack, the iron-on was curled around the edges.  Laurel questioned the way it looked but I assured her that all her friends' shirts would look like this.  But the other shirts didn't look like this.  I saw the e-mail that said "wear the shirt on Friday" but I didn't read it carefully enough that explained that the shirt needed to be hand washed.  LAUREL WAS GIVEN A T-SHIRT THAT NEEDED TO BE HAND WASHED!

Is this a freakin' joke?  I don't hand wash. My bras are mangled; my undies are cotton and bought three in a pack, and if a see a blouse that needs to be hand washed, I don't buy it.

This just felt like the cherry that topped the year.  The school year that somewhat kicked me in the ass because I had no clue what I needed to keep track of on a regular basis.  I will have my act together more next year.

As I am picking up Laurel, I check other kids to see if any others are wearing a mangled t-shirt.  There are a few...their moms are my new besties.  I may even send them a bottle of wine.