... at least, that's how it feels when you're slogging through the rain to deliver the upteenth forgotten homework assignment/lunch money/science book. that's how it feels when you're dragging out the door at some ungodly hour with a kid who might be coming down with something/doesn't like her teacher/just plain old overslept. that's how it feels when you are running between practices and lessons and appointments, and someone asks you what's for dinner and even though its 445 PM, and you hear yourself say, "i haven't gotten that far yet."
for the last 24 years, since my oldest daughted entered kindergarten back at Nether Providence Elementary School, my life between september and june has mostly been dictated by the tides of the school year. in the years that i was working, there was dropping off and picking up and in the years that i wasn't, there was getting to the bus and running down to school when we didn't make it. some years it's been lunch money and some years it's been brown bags. some years it's golden grahams and some years honey nut cheerios. in the winter, its brown sugar oatmeal.
through much of it - sick days and snow days, teacher conferences and random half days - it felt like it was going to last forever.
now, suddenly, this year it doesn't.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
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It begins again on Tuesday. For the first time I'm not in a hurry to push them out the door though it is time - I can feel it in the air. Soon I will be attending Tegi's graduation in June and I'm hoping these next 8 months go a little slower than they have in the past.
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