One of the stories I tell is in reference to Keb’s starting Kindergarten at his school. That summer was actually HOT. Hot enough to escape the heat by going to San Francisco where it wasn’t as hot, but it was still in the 80s. One of the events was for the families to meet up at our park around 1:00 for the kids to play and the families to meet. OK, who am I kidding — for the kids to play and the mommies to gossip. There were no daddies present, nor, in the mind of the organizer would there be.
Being that it was hot like hell (between 90 and 100 degrees) AND it was the middle of the day, there weren’t many kids. I stepped in it by suggesting that, perhaps, people were at work. I was stared at and INFORMED, “We don’t work. And I assume you don’t either.” Yep, I pointed out that I was one of THOSE moms (ones who work) and that I taught. Well hell, a full-fledged member of a leper colony would have been treated kinder. This is why I know that people don’t really respect teachers. They think they could do our jobs and do it better, but why leave the house for so little money. Yep, employed, middle class, and about to admit to the cardinal sin.
My snack foods weren’t from Trader Joe’s. Whereas I would actually give Keb Cheetos (go ahead, call CPS, I’ll wait), they were feeding their darlings food like Pirate’s Booty or gluten-free cookies. Trader Joe’s is the BEST place to shop I was told. Their food offerings are superior. Mind you, I feel junk food is junk food. And whenever I stepped into Trader Joe’s, I really only bought junk food. Needless to say, it put me off Trader Joe’s for a long time.
Flash forward four years, and my attitude and opinion are different. Now Trader Joe’s works for me because it’s so damned close and tiny. Honestly, you can’t spend too much time there because it’s minuscule and the food offerings are limited. Now I run in, get Fage yogurt (BEST YOGURT EVER), meat, veggies, salad stuff, and a couple of quick meals (their orange chicken is the bomb).
That said, I now stay away from the chips, crackers, and cookies. After all, it’s still just junk food.