"Lost" Jacket and Carnivals

My eldest "lost" her jacket at school today.  It is actually my old leather winter jacket, so it actually cost a lot of money.  This is not the first time we have "lost" or had an article of clothing stolen from this school in the past two years.  So far the count is: 2 jackets, 2 hoodies, 4 lunch boxes, and a lot of miscellaneous items.  We have only had ONE hoodie EVER returned.  Probably because I had wised up and started hand stitching my daughter's name on her clothing AND using a permanent marker on the clothes themselves.

So, today, she comes out of school with her upset face.  You know the one.  Where they are about to cry, but don't want to show anyone.  Ugh, now what happened?  She tells me that she can't find her jacket, and needs help.

My husband goes inside with her and they look for it.  Can't be found, so they speak to the teacher, principal and the secretary at the school.  In fact, one of them even mentioned that once it is gone - good luck.  Wow.  The sad part is, these students HAVE to hang their stuff outside in the hallway on hooks.  It makes it easy pickings for a thief (child and/or parent).  It also doesn't help that their security measures are laughable at best.  Neither of these two things are usually an issue...until...someone sees something they want and it doesn't belong to them.

After about 45 minutes of searching, the jacket is still NOT found.  I go home thinking about tonight's carnival at the school that the PTA is hosting.  Are we going?  I didn't really want to go, but since this jacket is missing..I might as well go back to the school and look around again....OR check out the other students and see if one of them was stupid enough to wear it to the event.  At the very least, the kids will have fun...right?  It sounds crazy, but unsurprisingly I wanted that jacket back.

We showed back up to school approximately 45 minutes early to look for the jacket before the mad rush of people were going to show up.  Sadly, I immediately had to go to the bathroom (I am pregnant).  So, I steered the kids towards the bathrooms and we are stopped midtracks by some 8 yr old (probably younger) fat kid wearing a black shirt and white lettering.  He decided that since his mom was volunteering, that he suddenly OWNED this hallway and wanted to know why we were down there.  No so fatty.  We walked around him and went to the bathroom without even saying a word.

Get back down to my daughter's hallway and we see this little boy hanging around outside of my eldest's classroom carrying....MY DAUGHTER'S JACKET!!!  WOAH!  What a stroke of luck, right?  (You'd think so...)  He asked if it belonged to her, and of course we checked to make sure it did...and got the jacket back!!!  I did an investigation of the jacket as the little kid scampered off.  It appears that his parent could NOT remove the 3 tags stitched inside the jacket with my daughter's name permanent markered on - so they decided to "return" it under the guise of him accidentally grabbing the wrong jacket.  It is very obvious that someone tried to take my daughter's name off the coat.  Whatever, we got it back!

My husband did NOT go with me to the carnival.  I should have enforced that he go, because it was an absolute disaster.  I have no tolerance for other people's little brats, especially when they are acting like BRATS.  The kids still had fun, but here are some of the things that happened:

1) This was the type of "bouncy house" carnival with only one amusement park ride.  We had unlimited passes, so we could go on everything without worrying.  (The principal actually let us pay $1 cheaper because he didn't have change for a $20)  The very FIRST bouncy house, my kids get separated by other little brats.  Apparently a group of kids decided to keep shoving my youngest (5 yrs old) into the side of the bouncing house to cut the line on the slide.  So instead of just letting her take her turn, like you're supposed to do...they kept shoving her face into the PLASTIC wall or the floor.  She was hysterical by the time she got down the slide finally.  (I did make a comment to the attendant and tried to get the guy to help, but he did nothing.  I also made a comment to some of the little snots about waiting their turn! No parents were watching them, not surprised.)

2) After much mayhem and madness of about 30-45 minutes, the attendants started enforcing waiting in line.  Not only did other parents purposely try to cut these lines numerous times, but they also tried to encourage their little shits to cut the line too.  While I'm sitting right there, my daughters had no less then 10 kids try to cut them in line.  I made sure to make very loud comments like, "My girls were there first, you should wait your turn."  "There is a line, you should go to the back of it."

3) While my daughters were finally doing the last ride (the spinning amusement park ride), that same fat little shit and his friend started pointing at my boobs and whispering VERY loudly.  I heard comments like: "Look at her boobs!"  /point /stare.  So I stared back, hoping they would get the point.  Not so, because it continued for almost the girls' entire ride until I finally snapped at them.  I said, "Do you need something?"  No response, just more staring.  So again, "I have no problem spanking the ever living shit out of you for being a pervert."  No response again and by now the ride attendant is staring at me like what the fuck.  Finally the girls get off the ride and I let them know very loudly that "I am tired of dealing with other people's brats, and it's time go to home for hot chocolate."  Unsurprisingly, neither of the kids' parents were around.

Yes, a little over the top..but if my husband was there - it wouldn't of happened.  Mind you, I was wearing a normal blank dark blue t-shirt (it has nothing on it).  It's NOT too tight, and it's not inappropriate in any way.  I even went home and woke up my husband to ask if the shirt was inappropriate or if I was hanging out...Nope.  No one was even standing near me, so they weren't talking about anyone else!  Gross!  I know that fat kid's mom was volunteering, and I probably should of said something...but I just wanted to get the fuck out of there.  Even if I had said something, she'd probably feign shock and then anger that her little BAYYYBEEE could act like that with GROWN adults.

So gross.  I will never attend one of these things again without a personal escort (Hubby) at the very least.

(My boobs are not THAT big.  I know they can look pretty big sometimes, but I'm pregnant and that in NO WAY excuses this little pervert and his friend)