An UES Update, #1
The tale of the Upper East Side
Mommies…
It IS in fact, just like the movies. The moms in their Louis Vuitton’s, I in my Target
workout clothes, smeared boogers (not mine) down my pants leg, hair in disarray-
some sort of ponytail bun thing, my standard since I was six, while the women around me have had blown outs
probably the last hour. When I first
moved here, I was disgusted. At the
money, the clothes, the nannies… But as I’ve been here the last four and a half
years and adapted, I realize, well, if you have the money to blow, why not,
really? Good for you that you’ve worked
hard. Seriously. I’m really only envious on nights when I just
want to go out and have a drink with my husband but I remember that a sitter
alone for three hours will cost us $75- and somehow it doesn’t seem worth it. The Nannies?
Turns out not all of them leave their charges strapped into their
strollers for an hour in the blazing sun, talking on their cell phone while
their “kid” screams- there are actually some amazing Nannies out there who
clearly love and devote their life to their kids. The
clothes? Well, let’s just say that after
my “appearance intervention”- where I was cornered by my girlfriends and told I
was no longer allowed to be seen outside my building in public in my holey wife
beater t-shirt and chlorine stained sofie shorts from my high school swim team
and had to swear I would start dressing myself like a normal human being, I
quite enjoy finding something matching to wear to go outside. Everyone is a fan of this. On days that I don’t feel like coordinating,
I throw on my gym clothes- matching of course- because I either look like I am
going to go to the gym or have just come from the gym. No one knows its because I have no plans to go
and am hiding the fact that I haven’t showered in a few days… it’s my
(literally) dirty little secret.
A little glimpse into what its like being a kindergarten class
mom on the upper east side (you know… one of six of them). And, I know what day this post will come back
to bite me in the rear, so I apologize in advance. I truly mean no harm. Just sharing an insulting email that was sent
out to a group of people aimed at me.
Me:
“Whatever
the group wants is fine with me. Here's the thing- I know every family's
financial situation is different and its honestly no one's business but their
own, but I"m going to share mine to put things into perspective. My family
cannot afford $10 here, $10 there every time we turn around- my husband is a
resident and I stay at home with the kids. I'm uncomfortable asking people for
money all the time- and I don't just mean "me"- I mean, us, as class
parents. I just don't think its necessary. We never discussed nor agreed this
being $10 per person or $20 per couple plus a bottle of wine. That may be what
was done in the past, in other classes and other grade levels, but that doesn't
mean that is what we have to do now- or if we even want to do that. I honestly
think we should pick a bar, set a date/time, let everyone know where/when the
"happy hour pay for however many dirnks you want" will be, adn then
people just pay for what they want. My husband and I go to these things all the
time for his work, when we can get a friend to watch our kids because we cannot
afford a babysitter, and we never order anything because we can't. When you
start adding up costs, people are going to be left out because of it and I
don't think that's right. That being said, if this is the kind of thing the
group wants, you have to understand families are going to be left out. Mine is
one of them and I know we aren't the only ones. Just my two cents.”
Dominant Mom:
“Kiki, I understand
your situation. However, not every student attending PS ### is the child of a
resident. I have lived here for 11 years and have never met resident families
until last year when I switched my children from private school to public.
There are many children in our kindergarten class who attended private
preschools who's parents would not think twice to contribute $20 to attend a
cocktail party.
there will be many events throughout the year that the
school will ask for $6, $10, etc... That is school anywhere.
Um… that is NOT school anywhere. I taught for four years before coming here and
we never asked the parents for anything. Can I lick the bottom of your shoe now, please
ma’am??? AGH!!
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