I realized I promised to post on what happened on Friday. I've been flooded with emails since then, begging, literally begging to know what happened.*
It's frightfully gauche to talk about money (and yet I still do it...). But let's just say we managed to get ourselves the "plum" items from each of our children's classes, and were in some serious bidding wars. It did get ugly, but we were triumphant as the ugliest of them all. I am even considering charging a premium for the unbearably adorable pictures of other people's children (and their babyfootprints) that I now legally own as they grace the pages of the highly prized Baby Room Scrapbook (because, frankly, I could care less about their kids, and this might help recoup some costs).
I now feel that I can safely spend the next year without participating in one single School Read-a-thon, Pizza Fundraiser, Cookie Dough Fundraiser (actually, I rather like that one) Scholastic Book Drive, Zoo Field trip, or anything else nice for our daycare. ever. And if the teachers think they're going to get end of term, christmas, or valentines gifts, they can think again... I've done my part. License to be the school curmudgeonly asshole, granted.
*remember, I am a liar.