It’s Homecoming week. That means for over a month now, my kids have been begging to go to the big game Friday. Oh, and they’ve needed me to figure out a Mardi Gras costume, find crazy hats and 80’s style outfits for every crazy theme day this week. And their homecoming experience would be like so uncool if they didn’t have hair dye, because they can’t possibly show their school spirit without three shades of hair dye. And while I’m at it, maybe I could just drop them off at the parade but not stay because 9 and 12-year-olds apparently don’t need parental supervision?
Some moms love this stuff. Me? Not so much. I do my best to play along and not ruin their childhood in one fell homecoming week swoop, but ugh! Finding a parking space (probably two towns away), sitting alone in a huge crowd while serving as a human ATM for Skittles and popcorn is not my idea of Friday night fun. But I’ll take one for the team because that’s what moms do.
I was trying to remember if I was this Bah-Humbug the last time I parented a middle schooler (a decade ago!). I think I probably was. Then I remembered that my husband handled this stuff back then. He always volunteered to be a “bleacher Dad” and therefore I was spared.
Bleacher Dads were a team of Dads who stay in the middle school section of the bleachers with their official bleacher Dad hats on. Their job was to keep things under control and yell at other people’s kids when they acted out of line. That was pretty much his FAVORITE thing. Being on the lookout for loitering under the bleachers, kissing, spitting, swearing or putting gum under the seats was fun for him. He was in his glory wearing a hat which proudly declared both his Dadness and his volunteer authority to reprimand misbehaving middle schoolers! Also, to be a little embarrassing was the cherry on top.
Me? Not so much. I’m sure it’ll be fine once we get there. I’m sure I’ll run into friends and chitchat through the game. I’m sure watching my kids enjoy the night while running around with their friends, oblivious to the actual football game will be totally worth it. But I’d rather stay home, have pajamas on by 7 p.m. and a movie on Netflix ready to play at 8. I’d also rather not spend $300 on Starburst and nachos, but motherhood calls. At least I don’t have to work the concession stand…yet.
What are your plans this weekend? Are you a homebody like me? Or do you enjoy going out and about where all the people are?
I think this year feels better than last year though. So that’s a win. Read about my Homecoming experience last year HERE.
Have a great weekend, friends! Go team!