Open House Night @ school

So, my black ops swat commando training kicked in tonight @ my son's school. I realized about 10 minutes into the whole situation that A) my son did not have the same stuff on his desk as ALL OF THE OTHER DESKS in the room and B) his name is incorrectly spelled ALL OVER THE ROOM. I noticed the other night on his take home folder that his name was spelled incorrectly, and I wrote the correct version on the cover. I asked B. first and he said that was OK. I think the thing the bothered me was that it's not his name. Is it a big deal? How would you feel if you got business cards but they spelled your name incorrectly? Would you still use the cards or would you return them and have them printed properly? Again, maybe I'm super sensitive.

Anyway, the teacher apologized for the error and explained that she got his name THE DAY BEFORE school started and she received the incorrect spelling. His desk was added at the last minute and she didn't have anymore of the alphabet / number strips to tape to his desk.

OK, now I'm going to lose it here...so if you have delicate sensibilities you may want to stop there. First, my son has been going to that school for 2 years. In his third year (Pre-k, Kindergarten and now first grade) I would expect the main office to know HOW TO SPELL OUR GOD BLESS AMERICA NAME. I'm a broken record...they had NO problem cashing our check, but they couldn't find B.'s name? Ooh, my blood is starting to boil again. I really don't blame the teacher, as this has nothing to do with her. Well, it did put her in a bad situation with an irate parent. OK. I'm trying to be done with this, but again, I don't feel like this is how I wanted my son to be treated.
Next, there are two home-room moms this year. Last year there was this woman who was in charge of setting up parties and all that jazz. She's OK, but I'm kind of a pushy broad like that's some big surprise and up-in-it moms make me nutty.
Anyway, this year, the pushy mom tried to get me to sign up for disinfecting the classroom. I'm like, um yeah, that's not going to work. So sorry...not. I do not want to wipe snot off of every surface in a room of 6 year olds. Ugh. no thanks.

OK, I'm done complaining for now. This blog has taken on an entirely negative tone. I've got to find something to smile about...it's Friday for Yahweh's sake!