Martha and the White Snake

Bowling

treat containers

KA sing-a-long

Uh..ball toss.

Being called Martha Stewart and a wacko simultaneously always makes for an ego booster. Now if I were to do some soul searching, I'd have to admit that one.... or both of these comments was deserved. 
Welcome to the plight of the room mother. I jest not. You do to little, mothers wonder where their monetary donation has gone, fourteen 4 year olds' revolt, are bored and verbally assault you with ruthlessly honest comments and the teacher just shrugs his shoulders with a resigned sigh, unsurprised because the bar for room mothers is set just that low.* Deep Breath* OR, you have me. A terrifying blend of both Clawson and DeSchryver- a drive that won't quit, an unsurpassable work ethic, over achiever and an innate desire to be the very best, to "be" the bar that no other room mother will be able to live up to. I know. I can't stand me either, but can we say mission accomplished? I am officially the whack job room mom who clearly has waaaaaay too much free time. I'm not saying any of this for a pat on the shoulder or an ego stroke.... I was actually starting to embarrass myself. That might have occurred when I forgot I hadn't put my white duct taped, googly eyed juice boxes out. 

The juice boxes

So here's the thing, I actually had no idea what I was going to do, until I saw a post on Facebook about this site called pinterest. I was cooked from there, because they have simple, easy, ADORABLE ideas, and as they say in project runway, I have an editing problem. From the homemade flying bats, to the chocolate pretzel spiderwebs, to the homemade frosting, cookie decorating, coconut bowling, toddler sized ball toss and witch pitch game, ......it was clear that I may have gone slightly overboard. But you know what? Who cares? Other than the fact that it was the teacher who called me a wacko, he also admitted that it was a great party. The moms had fun, the kids were riding a fabulous sugar high as they actually played the games and the bar was set just a little higher. Yeah, I will attempt to wipe the self satisfied grin off my face... In a minute.Well, after this exhausting day, you think I'd just phone in my night early? I think not. Enter William Cooper, husband extraordinaire with a planned date night of a Whitesnake concert and dinner. (*Side Note* We LOVE that we have found a babysitter). If you hadn't noted that that was implied, I want to spell it out. You have NO idea. Anyways, we were having issues ordering the tickets online, so we took a chance and bought at the door. However, first we had to figure out where we were going. Will, being a directional guru of sorts had a general idea, but it took my powers of observation ( i.e. Couple with tight leather and stone washed pants on)...and following aforementioned couple on a hunch that we were most likely going to the same place. Bingo. 
The line for tickets was, uh, small. Like 4 people in front of us.... So tickets were not an issue. We even got bumped further up towards the front with our cheap tickets. Apparently their promoter was a bit off with this trip to Asia. Their loss. The crowd was good, and the band was particularly awesome despite David Coverdale's affinity for his mic stand. Pure Awesomeness  ensued and I have the t-shirt  to prove it. Nothing spices up a marriage like a rock concert..... Oh. Mr. Big AND Richard Marx are coming soon too. Splendid.