Oftentimes I find that if you begin with an apology people flip out a little bit less. It doesn’t mean I’m sincere or apologetic. It just means I can type the word Sorry.
I’m room mom for my daughter’s fifth grade class, there are 22 kids and 44 parents. There were about 30 last names.
Then I changed them. You see I love my friend Anna Vocino, but her daughter isn’t a Vocino. Today I changed Anna’s name, along with all the other moms in the class who dared to keep their maiden names, divorce or remarry. Repeatedly my daughter was asking me to call a friend and I couldn’t remember the Mom’s names. So I changed them. Anna is now a Tarquinio like her husband. Now I can call Anna and arrange for her to babysit Jane the girls to have a playdate.
I hope it doesn’t bother them too much, but sheesh it’s just a name change. Call Jessica Valenti, burn your bra, I don’t care. Just make it easy for me to figure out who you are.