Each year the PTA at the boy’s school holds a school fair where they have rides, games, various and sundry eats, and other random, carnival-lite activities. And each year I tell myself that we’re never going back to the annual school fair because the joint can be a cluster fudge of
obnoxious brats kids and their Uppityville-adjacent parents. Then each year we end up going back, partly to support the school PTA, but mostly because the boy has fun there and who am I to deny some fun for my kid?
The weather was overcast and craptastic today, but thankfully the rain held off while we were at the fair. My jetlag seems to be catching up to me, so I was a sleepy-cranky mess all day, but I was able to power through and avoid interacting with other parents.
The boy ended up riding the spinning teacup ride one too many times, which resulted in some vomit and some tears. Since the boy wasn’t feeling well after his morning of sugary snacks and nausea-inducing rides, we ended up canceling the rest of our busy day, and just hung out together. Thank the goddess, because I’m pooped!