I Showed Up Late, My Cell Phone Rang, and My Husband Blocked the Fire Lane

And that, in a nutshell was my open house. Oh, and the only open "teacher's seat" was clear on the other side of the room, which i waltzed over to 5 minutes late with my two cranky kids in tow.

In my defense my cell rang cause hubby didn't know where i was, but i shoulda put it on vibrate, and I can't help where hubby parks. In his defense, they did an "all call" 5 times, but we were in my room which doesn't have an intercom, because they refuse to admit that I work here too.

However, this is the second year that hubby's car was called over the all call to be moved. I guess he just has that special knack. Unlike the other year, this year we didn't hear it. I should have told PP that i had no idea who owned the green truck with all of the triathlon stickers on it, i can't imagine who that belongs too.

I would have laughed it off, but i sat in the cafeteria, eating stale cookies, listening to everyone (teachers and parents) around joke about the green truck. I decided it was time to go back to my monastery annex/classroom.

Open House sucks and if it weren't for the fact that i'd have to come in on Christmas Eve to make up for it, I'd miss it this year, and next year, and the year after that, and again and again, and again.