God, I hope my deodorant kicks in because the antiperspirant sure as hell isn't...

Last week, I met with Laurel's teacher.  The opportunity was a 10 minute meeting for me to tell her about Laurel.  This tiny bit of time scheduled at the most inopportune time of day, gave me a chance to tell the qualities of my Laurel that a form wouldn't immediately tell, like her amazing way she is with Rachel, her love of Cupcake Wars, her hatred of math homework and her finicky appetite.

I went into the meeting very hopeful and quite frankly, a little girl crush.   After seeing this 1st grade teacher command parent's night and that freak with the nut issue, I thought she was my homie.  She seemed no-nonsense, funny but never silly, collected but not hard.  I looked at her and thought of her like me.  She wasn't a people "let me hug you" like person.  Again, (this quality is ) what I think of myself but it is odd yet conflicting.  While I don't want to "hug" you, I do want acceptance...an act a distant acceptance.  You think that I am cool but just give a nod of "hey" when you see me.

But this teacher was so hard to read.  As I was telling her about Laurel, bullet by bullet, (from my index card because I was taking full advantage of my 10), she was taking in my information but not oozing about Laurel.  Again, like my conflicting personality, I don't want her to throw up emotionally but maybe a little for my kid?  I did want this teacher to laugh at my sarcastic humor...she didn't.  Holy crap, that's my wheel house.  Nothing?  I felt like I was back in the 7th grade..new to the school.  I turned around at my desk, knowing the most popular girl was behind me, and smiled.  She didn't smile back.  This felt exactly the same way.

I am freaking sweating in my cool gray T shirt. (To be casual but to show my adolescent coolness, good non-Mom jeans and Tory Burch flats.)  Why am I sweating? (God, I hope my deodorant kicks in because the antiperspirant sure as hell isn't...)

She listens.  She briefly comments.  And then that's it.  My 10 minutes is up.  No gushing about Laurel.  God she is tough...it's an easier meeting with a little bit of gushing.

But I do know this.  Both Ching and I will both be present for the official parent teacher conference.  Ching is all about focus but he wants to hear about his little girl and how awesome she is (because she freakin' is).  Perhaps Ching will finally forget this chick was kind of hot...and I will be in the front row, popcorn and everything.