No, this isn't really a rant. My stomach is aching and rumbly (not in a good way) because in less than 30 minutes, the 3 kiddos and me are walking back up to school for its Annual Pig Roast.
No, no actual oinkers will be there. The school was built in 1911 and one of the oldest traditions was to have a giant pig skewered over a bbq as a fundraiser. Well, you don't do things like that anymore, so a local chef volunteers to roast pork and they make big bbq pig sandwiches instead. I'm not complaining about the food because it's always been good.
It's the fact that Sharky has a meeting tonight and can't go with us. Not a big deal, right?
*sigh*
I'm so freaking lonely. I don't know any of the freaking parents up there to say any more than "Hi, how are you?" And most just nod their heads and keep walking. OK, I'm fat, but I don't think I'm ugly, and I do think I'm rather intelligent, but I am quiet. I really think it all comes down to is the fact that most of the other parents do not live there - they all live in wealthier neighbourhoods and their kids won our school from the magnet lotto. And they all know I live here, just a few blocks away.
They all get together at these things in their little cliques and giggle and laugh and I swear it's like a HS event sometimes. Who's more childish - the elementary kid or the parent?
But the boys want to go, they always enjoy functions like this. So, I'm going to take a deep breath and smile and say hi and try to keep my chin up and not let them know it bothers me.
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