But I live for five days out of the year
More than Christmas, my birthday, Thanksgiving and the first and last days of school combined
My jam is
That magical time in February when kids who attend a private Christian school with a strict uniform policy let their hair down
Five marvelous days filled with a daily theme, friendly competition, prizes and fun
Since my oldest olive shoot was in middle school, Spirit Week has been like my Super Bowl, my World Cup, my time to shine as a mom…
Because you see, as my three sons have oft reminded me,
Technically, it’s not MY Spirit Week
It’s an annual battle royal as we compete for control and preparation.
It’s private conversations between my friends as we ruminate about possible ideas all the while acting cool, calm and collected around our kids.
It’s when I google and Pinterest and imagine secretly wishing there was a Spirit Week for moms because we need it more than they do.
It’s me being the person who wants to plan ahead versus my olive shoots not wanting to think about any of it until maybe the night before, I’ll spare you the details since they are usually too painful to discuss.
But last week was Spirit Week and Monday was Pajama Day. In previous years I have sewn pajama pants for my boys. Heck, I even purchased grapefruit fabric about a year ago in anticipation of making Ike some citrus inspired sleeping pants because he loves him some grapefruit. To my chagrin, however, now as a junior in high school, Ike rebuffed my offer. This year he was boring but our borrowed Brazilian olive shoot wore this onesie which surely made the ladies swoon!
Perhaps the low-key Pajama Day was God’s way of giving me a slight Sabbath before the preparation for Tuesday-Thursday of Spirit Week.
I can’t wait to tell you about what
we they I did!
Does anyone else know the joy and agony of Spirit Week???