<p>I’ll never forget listening to a fellow fifth grade mother (at the time) obsessing about the food for the fifth grade end of year party. (need there even BE an end of the year party?)…“I’m not sure about the kabobs…fruit and cheese, or just fruit, and a few cheese, and what color should the icing on the cupcakes be?”. I couldn’t stand it another minute and said, " We’re talking about a party for TEN yr. olds, not a gala STATE DINNER!!" and I got the dirtiest looks from the other mothers. She’s never spoken to me again. (I didn’t yell at her)…These women go CRAZY sometimes…Where’s the perspective here? (and no, she wasn’t a former CEO of anything or some bigshot grad from Wharton. She was a former schoolteacher)</p>