Blogging from A to Z with The Private School Mom: R is for Real

As a private school mom, I would never wear anything fake, except if I could get away with it. For example, during PTA meetings … I mean Parent Club meetings. See, PTA meetings are so fake, that’s what public school parents go to. Real parent meetings are called Parent Club. Participation is 100% required, not voluntary, just like the PTA dues. Private School Moms are very involved in their school activities and children’s lives. Those public school moms only pay $25 for a year for PTA and that includes coupons. Coupons! Ridiculous! At our private school, the minimum mandatory Parent Club donation is $250 and none of us need to use coupons, except online because, you know, we’re not complete animals.

Cubic Zirconia VS. Diamonds

So, back to being Real. There is nothing more real than being a private school mom, especially our jewelry. I like to mix real diamonds with faux diamonds. Faux does not mean fake, it means they are hand-made in a factory. Cubic Zirconia is an example. It’s a gorgeous diamond like stone that looks exactly like a diamond. It’s very realistic looking and almost at hard. Diamonds are not perfect. They all have inclusions (little black dots inside) and Cubic Zirconias do not, which actually make cubic zirconia’s better. I love cubic zirconia so much that my wedding ring is not an actual diamond, but a cubic zirconia. My husband thought I would never find out. When I tried to pawn my engagement to pay for private school tuition, the older and very greasy pawn shop owner let me in on the truth. Do you think I would get mad at my husband for trying to pull off such a stunt? You would be wrong. I’m so proud of him for giving me a HUGE diamond. I’d prefer a 6 carat CZ over a .01 chip diamond any day. My husband is the BEST! Diamonds may be forever, but a CZ shows that you will really give your girl everything she wants to keep her happy.

Real or Fake? Robot Children 

Our children are also not fake. They are real. I know this because they constantly ask for food and for me to “feed them”. If they were fake, I could just plug them in and continue shopping instead of having to come home to “cook dinner” and by cook dinner we all know that means order Postmates. Sometimes, I wish for robot children. I feel like they would not only be easier, but would love me more and not be so demanding for things like “food” and “toiletries”. I wouldn’t get constant shade from them because I “forgot to pick them up” or “Didn’t send in the check to school.” My robot children could walk home, in the rain, and I could my nails touched up at Kim’s salon. My kids would be able to cook their own dinner and cook me dinner, too. Finally, their hands could be little vacuums that would pickup all the dust in the house. OK, Robot children are starting to sound pretty good right now. So, I have fake diamonds. My husband likes making me happy. How hard would it to find a couple of fake Robot kids? OH, haha, I kid, I love my children and would never trade them in for robot clones (or would I?)

Keeping it Real

So, as you can see, everything about me is real except for my diamonds, nails, hair color, teeth, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, lip color, clothes and possibly children (my husband and I will discuss that tonight). You may think that private school moms are so different. Some may say we are unapproachable, but we are just like you.

 

 

Q is for Quarantine

Blogging from A to Z with The Private School Mom: Q is for Quarantine

 

Our small Lake House maintained by a full-time housekeeper and her boyfriend.

It’s been a minute since you’ve heard from me. Life happened, but now I’m back to spill all of the secrets and give you an inside look at my life. So, let’s continue with the letter Q. The entire country is going ballistic because someone, who obviously never attended Private School, has a little cough.

OUR MAIN HOME

Thank Goodness I haven’t caught the SARS-C0V2, but that’s because my family and I are on lockdown. I would have every family member quarantine at their own house, but traveling between all of them would be exhausting. I consider our main home the one in the Suburbs. Oh, the irony … we paid double for our home because of the amazing public school district. Yet, my kids attend Private School.

MY HUGE MANSION

Just like you don’t choose your husband, you don’t choose where your kids want to go to school. Either it’s a match or not. I did absolutely nothing to influence my children to choose private school over public school. Just like I didn’t do anything to make my husband choose me over the other girls out there. OK, maybe a little nudging with both of those things. OK, fine … a LOT of nudging. What do you want from me? I’m a woman who knows what she wants and I’m going to get it, no matter what. Huh? I sound like a spoiled princess that needs to cut up her credit card? Sorry, I lost it in the house, somewhere, and I just can’t find it because our house is so huge!

GYMS ARE OVERRATED

Most of the houses in this area are small so we really got lucky to find one that would fit our fabulous and expensive lifestyle.  The bonus is our home is so big, I can walk from room to room and save money by canceling my gym membership. In addition, lifting all of those heavy boxes from shopping online is my daily strength workout.

THE LAKE HOUSE

Our second home is the lake house. I mean, doesn’t everyone have a lake house? Otherwise, you need to stay at a resort or even worse rent an airBnB, which is really just squatting in someone else’s lake house. People have called me many things in my life and squatter will not be one of them. I believe a lake house should be shared with friends so I added on a few extra bedrooms. The only person that lives there full-time is our Lake House Housekeeper. She convinced me she must live there the other 50 weeks during the year to maintain it and keep it clean. Only she and her boyfriend live in our home, as I would hate to have another family sully our fine linens.

THE NUTRITIONIST

When we visited last, I found receipts with different male names ordering 6-8 dinners. I hope her boyfriend doesn’t find out. She doesn’t have to worry, I can keep a secret. Obviously, she orders a bunch of meals to just taste them. We must have the same nutritionist. He says to stay fit I shouldn’t eat meals, just taste them. I follow his advice and order 5 meals, to taste. His advice doesn’t work for me, but it obviously works for her since she is really skinny. The other way I know she is the right housekeeper for us is because she put together a welcome book … just for our family … isn’t that sweet? It had our wifi password (in case we forgot), restaurants in the area, fun things to do and her name and phone number (again, in case we forgot) with any questions.

THE SPIRITUAL ADVISOR

I am so lucky to have found her because I love that only they, other than our family, has ever stayed in our lake house. I would never have my friends visit without us, it would ruin it’s perfectly balanced aura and vibe … as my spiritual advisor (her boyfriend) convinced me.

FINAL QUARANTINE SOLUTION

Our third and final home is in Aspen, Colorado. Oh and there’s that one in Italy. There are enough homes for everyone, but those dumb child neglect laws say that I have to “care for” my children which means we have to live in the same house. It’s OK, I actually like us all being together and that’s why I’m having everyone quarantine in our main suburban home, in their own wing.