Back to School Night and P-Touch

Thursday was back to school night. 5 classrooms in an hour. I'm barely recovering.

I thought it started at 6:30 but I was wrong it started at 6pm. With the "extra" time we had I broke out our brand new p-touch. I've been wanting one of these for ages... Seriously, since like '97 or something. I loved the one at my old job. Anyway, I digress.

Of course, after I got the machine up and going I could not remember much less think of one thing that I had wanted to label. So I decided to label my hubby. After much ohhhing and ahhing and securing the label to my hubby. We now realized that we were going to be late (still not knowing that we were already late.)

So we scramble out the door and finally get to the school. Where I realize we are, indeed, late. We go from classroom to classroom by location. In each classroom, DH is greeted heartily by his name. Now, I know one teacher knows him, but the others is a mystery because although he was with me at registration, he stayed behind with the kids while I ran like a wild woman from room to room.

Finally, we are in the last classroom. Which happened to be the teacher we are very familiar with. We are talking to the teacher and the boy (who I might add had just gone to the bathroom less than 20 minutes earlier) is standing there. Not a peep, nothing. That would be because he is standing there peeing on himself.

I freak out because I'm like "Stop all ready!, Why are you standing there still going!?!" So here comes the lesson...

Did you know? Boys and men can't stop peeing once they start. I had no clue. At least that's what DH told me.

I was like, "Ok, time to go!" As we are heading out the door, I see it. I see the label with DH's name on it. I pull it off. DOH!

We head out only to be stopped in the cafeteria. See back to school night was also ice cream social night. When we came through the first time it was jam packed and I told the kids we had ice cream at home. But with their long faces on the way back... I had to weigh the situation... pee'd brother or ice cream. As gross as it was, I gave into the girls. Because another little known fact (to me only I guess) the boy was dry as dry in the back, just wet on the one side in the front and we rinsed him down.

So, there sat our row of kids, munching on ice cream quietly. *sigh* And THEN we were off.

What a mess we are! But from what the teachers told me the kids are doing in great so far.