In which I say things that are not nice about other children and their parents
So all those bitches with kids in Mimi's class can just go fucking jump.

We've been at that school for very nearly a year, and we've been to a hundred fucking birthday parties. All but one were at our old apartment complex in university family housing, they've all been in the africa heat, and they've all been poorly planned and executed, with a pinata full of shitty hard candy that 2-year-olds can't even eat.

I'm just so sick of all those bitches and their bratty kids. I've never ONCE gotten a thank-you notes for the thoughtful presents we took them, either. And they were thoughtful. At the beginning, anyway.

And then we go and plan a going-away party for the kids' birthdays saying no gifts, for which I have bought plentiful fun supplies, planned activities, and hired help for the kids' party, and NOT ONE of the parents indicated they are coming. Ok, one. Out of the 15 we sent invitations to. Granted, we've missed two parties in the last month, one because I didn't see the invitation in the folder and the other because, well, that kid's mom is a bitch, her grandmother is an inconsiderate fuckhead, and her dad is . . .stupid. And she's a clique-y mean little bully.

Let me just say that Mimi has her faults. But she's so sweet and friendly to everyone. She always welcomes everyone and tries to give hugs. She always tries to comfort children who are hurt (even if she is the one who hurt them). But this kid - BRAT. Every time we go to a party, she hits Mimi, pushes her, and tries to take things away from her. Her mother snubs me all the time. I always say hello and ask about the little bully, and she either ignores me or gives me a pinched smile. And when I apologized for missing the party (truthfully, they were both kind of sick), she just said, "OK" without even making eye contact. And her husband's mother has closed the door on me numerous times as I was going in or out of the classroom with the baby in my arms and all of the related accoutrement as I tried to gather Mimi.

Everyone, except for Mimi's best little friend's mom, treats me like some kind of leper. I don't get it. We were at a fundraiser at Shakey's last night, and Mimi sat pretty well compared to the other kids. She didn't climb on anything or throw her food. She gave a genuine and excited "Hi Owen! I so happy to see you!", "Natalia! Are you eating dinner with your mommy!" and greetings for the other children she knew, including from Frank's class and her old group with hugs and big smiles. Clearly, Mimi is a social little friend to the other kids. But why am I so horrible? Why can't these bitches just be friendly?

I talked to one of the parents last night from Mimi's old class, who, in response to the 10% tuition increase, made some snide remarks about the grant students who go there free. Let me just be clear I am not that person. I am glad that those students can get safe, wonderful child care while they are in school. And although I do believe there are some parents who do not report a second income and abuse the system, it is a great idea and I was happy to support it while I could. I do suspect who a couple of the grant parents are, but otherwise have no idea. I know I do not send off that vibe.

So over the year, I have found myself becoming less and less interested in the parents because they are such assholes. I know when they are nice to me or act polite it is because there is a birthday party invitation in our folder. When they ARE nice to me, I am skeptical.

I need to suck it up because this is the beginning of feeling my kids' social pain, but Mimi was SO excited to invite those kids to her party. She talks about this party constantly. We're going to make carmel apples and clay monsters, and do the limbo and there will be 2 really fun babysitters (one of which is the former "lead teacher" for Mimi's class) doing activities with the kids. And, most likely, NO PINATA. If there is a pinata, it will be from an authentic pinata shop, and not one of those cardboard ones that the kids can't break open anyway. And it will be filled with real candy, not pineapple hard candy.

I think it totally sucks that after all the fucking party karma we've created by going to these parties that they're not coming to see Mimi off. It's a COSTUME PARTY for fuck's sake, and although I did not put "no gifts" on the invitation, I was planning on telling them as they rsvp'd to not bring gifts. I am so sad for Mimi. I think she will have some little friends there, like our neighbors and our other friend's daughter, and maybe, if we're lucky, the Niblet, but I am sad for her that the little friends she loves so dearly will not be there to see her off.

If she gets sick before we leave, I am totally sending her to school contagious. Fuck you, ass clowns.