So last night, upon going through Tink's take-home folder, I found a note saying that this week was teacher appreciation week. Great! I don't think the teachers get nearly enough appreciation. And I really do like Tink's teacher. It goes on to say please send a flower with each student to class on Tuesday, May 6th. Because the teachers will each have an empty vase on their desks and then the kids can put the flowers in there for their teacher. Very sweet idea. Except I am reading this note on the evening of the 5th. See, she came home, and the one friend that she gets along with (remember, she is a difficult child and does not get along with all that many kids) was able to play, so I let her play. She got home at 6, and we had dinner. at 7 we did homework. By 7:30 she was in the shower and I was reading the note. Yeah, I'm not running out to the store right now to get a flower. Besides (and not that this is any of their business), I am broke as a joke, and I am down to doing things like rationing my gas for a trip to the dentist tomorrow and a trip to the psychiatrist Thursday. I don't have the luxury of just running out whenever I feel like it. It is embarrassing and it stinks to high heaven, but that is how it is. And then to get this note the day before they wanted the flowers? They couldn't have sent this note home, oh, say last Friday? So I wrote a note back, right on their note, saying that while I very much appreciate Mrs. R., a little more notice would have been nice. We picked up the same little girl that she played with yesterday (we carpool) and drove to school. She didn't have a flower either. I'm looking around at the kids on the playground, and early EVERY kid had flowers. Now I feel bad. This other girl is not in Tink's class, so it's possible that each of them may be the only kid in their respective classes without a flower. I really feel awful. I did see a few kids with more than one flower (makes me wonder if there would have even been any at the store if I had gone) so I can hope that one child can share, or something. Argh. Nothing I can do about it. Just venting.