Lets preface this story by letting you know that my pre-teen daughter is constantly embarrassed and annoyed by anything I say or do.
A few weeks back, I volunteered to help another mom serve cotton candy at a school event. I wore my favorite ubermom outfit, so I would fit in with the LexusVolvoEscalade set, and was on my way. After the event, my daughter Cat hugged me and said she was so happy that I helped at the event. WOW, that was truly a first.
When the opportunity arose to volunteer at a classroom event, I was ready to jump at the chance again. Well, by the time I saw the email, most of the food items, napkins etc... were snatched up. But there was a need for 2 moms to make punch. So I signed up. 2 days later, the ultimate ubermom volunteered to make punch as well.
So off I was to research punch recipes. The only time I made punch before involved Everclear, red cups and waking up in some strange dormroom with someone else's bra on.
The hubster jumped in and said "just get Hawaiian Punch and be done with it."
Last night at dinner, Cat asked what I was bringing to the event and I said "punch."
A look of complete panic came over her face......
"MOM do you know HOW to make punch?"
"One time Becky's mom made cookies for class, and Danny made fun of them and no one ate them."
A complete wave of panic came over me
"No worries Cat, I can do this"
So off again to research punch recipes.... Most of them were the sherberty stuff that you see at baby showers. Surely no self respecting 10 year old would drink that stuff. Definitely a recipe for disaster. Finally I found one that looked good involving lemonade and fizzy stuff. Looked good.
So I arrived with my punch ingredients. So did ubermom. So I made my concoction, enough tart, sweet and fizz to please any 10 year old.
Ubermom made the sherberty one that you find at showers....heh... (finally I have you in my grasp ubermom).
When it was time for the party.......they went for the sherberty one. But let it be known....there was only ONE ladle for the punch bowls. The mom's that volunteered the punch bowls forgot to bring enough ladles...oops
oops? I was losing the battle. No ladle for my punch. I've been set up
Cat bravely marched up and took some punch. Thank goodness she liked it. Slowly after the uberpunch was GONE, kids began taking my punch. But I fear I am not going to hear the end of this when Cat gets home today.
The two kickers on this tale of woe (the final blows to my ego)
- the teacher blurting out to ubermom "this is the best punch, you need to email me the recipe!!!" (yeah, gingerale, cranraspberry and sherbert.... watch out Todd English, we got a chef in the house!!!)
- And Cat's best bud, the one who had made my house a second home....drank 3 cups of ubermom punch and didn't touch mine...."Et tu, Brute?"
Now I sit home and await final judgement