Sasha Summers

So, as I might have mentioned, we’ve moved. Which means a lot of first impressions are being made.

For the most part, I embrace my ‘funny mom’ status and simply hope to be as pleasant a parent (for both my kids and their teachers as possible) as i can be. I smile, I wave, I try not to cause waves or do anything to bring undo attention to myself – I’m a ‘behind the scenes’ kind of mom. And I am perfectly content to remain so here in our new city.

When it’s me and my brood, however – I poke and tease and generally remind them that I rock and they’re lucky to have me. I like to stay connected to my kids and don’t mind horrifying them in the process.

Take yesterday for example:

Me: Did you have a good day?

Kid 2: It was okay

Me: What did you do? Do you have homework? Anything exciting.

Kid 2: Nope

Me: Did you meet anyone new?

Kid 2: shakes head

( By now I’m tired of sitting in long car lines in 100+ heat. We pass one of the teachers who monitors the pick-up line – a Hotty Coach)

Me: He’s a cutie. Bet you can’t wait til you have him for PE.

Kid 2: Mom! (BUT I finally made her laugh – so score one for me!!!)

This morning we’re pulling up to the drop off line.

Kid 3: Oh, Mom, you know how you were saying Coach ***** is cute? He laughed when I told him what you said…

Kid 1: You told him?

Me: You told him?

Kid 2: You told him?

Kid 3: (sensing danger) I… I’m sorry….

Kid 1: So not cool.

Kid 2: So not cool… Dude

I sense Kid 1 & Kid 2 circling for the big sister smack down. My choices: a. a tirade about not sharing our every conversation or b. amusement. I choose b. (it was close) and start laughing

Kid 3: I’m so sorry, Mom.

Me: No big deal.

It’s out turn next in the car pool line. And, you guess it, Hotty Coach is waiting for me to pull forward. I have no choice here – the kids have to go to school, right?

Kid 2 and Kids 3 climb out of the car. Kid 1 is hiding her face in the front passenger seat.

Hotty Coach sees Kid 3, makes the connection and SMILES like he’s a five year old on Christmas morning. Then – he BLUSHES.

Kid 1: Oh my God….

Me: Smile and wave. Smile and wave. (And I do – I mean, what else can I do??)

So much for staying under the radar. But at least I made one doozy of a first impression…

Tags: cute coaches, motherhood, total humiliation

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