There’s a brilliant little tradition at my neigbhorhood’s wine bar. It’s called “Mimosas for Moms,” and after everyone drops their kids off for the first day of school, they all head up and drink mimosas to celebrate the fact that this summer they:
- Did not lose their religion because of the collective shenanigans of their offspring.
- Did not stick their own heads in the oven.
- Or didn’t take a quick vaca down to Bull Street.
- Only dropped four or less F-bombs on their kids in the week leading up to the start of school.
I’ve always been wildly jealous of the moms who got to participate in this annual ritual. Since the preschools here don’t generally start until a few weeks after the regular schools do, I have never been able to attend. But this year, I decided that those of us who have younger children shouldn’t have to miss out on all of the fun. I invited some pals and their preschool-aged kids over for our own version of “Mimosas for Moms.”
They were all uber excited.
It was so much fun that I’m considering having mimosas every morning until my tiny two-year-old terrorist heads back to school. That will also be the same day I will most definitely be kissing his teacher straight on the mouth.
How do you celebrate back to school days? If it is a fun party, I’m totally crashing it.