September 28, 2009

I'm Over It: School Edition

Breakfast

Particularly, HOT breakfasts. Particularly on days when people have decided to not sleep peacefully through the night, thereby disrupting mine and their roommates precious sleep pattern, thereby causing no less than 4 people to wake up in particularly foul moods. Yes, on those kinds of mornings, which seem to happen approximately 4 times a week, a breakfast that requires me to do anything beyond pouring milk is NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.




Papers
For the love of all that is good and holy, MY SON IS IN KINDERGARTEN. I don't need that much paperwork. Sure, send me home the occasional school newsletter and lunch menu. I feel especially wasteful when I get notices that say things like "For Grades 3 - 6" mostly because we're in grade K.

Also, I realize that I didn't sign the volunteer form for the field trip. Or for the track day thing. Or for helping the cafeteria. I'm not going to come in if it will require me getting a babysitter for my other kids. Find someone else, okay? I'm not a defunct parent who doesn't care about education, so watch your tone.





The Bus


I thought I would love the bus. And I'm about 50% there. That 50%, of course, is reserved for the afternoon bus which comes at the same SCHEDULED time every day. But since I missed the bus 4 times last week, not that I was late, but because you were exceedingly early, I have decided that it's just not worth it. It's not worth me getting everyone dressed with shoes and sock on just to walk up the street, around the corner, and see you drive off 15minutes early. You are supposed to be at our stop at 8:29. Not 8:20, not 8:17, and most especially not the 8:12 that you graced us with today. I wonder, do you ever think to yourself, "Huh, there sure are a lot of missing kids today?" Or do you really think that you only pick up one kid at each stop?

At any rate, morning bus driver, screw you. We'll drive ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
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Sadly, this is only my first year of school.

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