Holy Cow .... I died in the blog world! Where have I been since March? I don't even know! Busy ... I'm a train commuter now and I'm not sure why but that makes me too busy to do much else. Isn't that ridiculous? I spend less time commuting and have less time. What's up with that? The mind boggles! Actually, the train commuting is pretty awesome, I love it. No traffic road rage .... I know when I'm leaving and I know exactly when I am going to arrive at my destination. I really like it.
It's almost the end of the school year and I have to tell you, I understand now why our school district has won so many state and national awards! The teachers in this school actually get it .... they actually get that as parents, we are BURNT THE HELL OUT by June 1. Hell, some of us are burnt out by April 1, but that's a completely different story. I don't even have it hard .... my little one who is near a genius NEVER has homework. Never. I mean NEVER EVER. Now granted, I do see some assignments on the grade sheet that appear as though he hasn't done them but for the most part, this kid gets straight As with no homework ---- ever. When he does have homework it's a holy nightmare because he's lazy. We check it and inevitably, because he's lazy, he has to re-do it to which he pitches a complete fit and well, things go downhill from there. My daughter, bless her heart, doesn't need any help, ever. She silently and compliantly does her homework every single night, sometimes for hours and manages to get all As and Bs which is a tremendous and absolutely unexpected result. I couldn't be prouder of her. My older one, I'm not really sure .... he's 21 now and trying to finish up college (I keep telling myself) but I think he's inherited a gene from me ... the one gene I hoped he wouldn't inherit. He puts off EVERY single thing until the very last minute, to the point that there is no way you could possibly get it done and then does. Yep, I know it well. I've gotten through most of my life that way.
Well, the point of all this is to tell you that I am the worst end of year mom ---- ever. Not only am I completely burnt out by life (and also dreading the summer of kids who constantly complain their are bored or hate what you've planned for them to do). My youngest came home to tell me basically that I sucked because he was the only kid in 7th grade who didn't get a yearbook. I can't imagine how we missed that one, but we did and he didn't get a year book and like every worst-end-of-the-year mom, I sent him to school with a blank check and instructions to beg for one. (Note to self: ask child if he ever got a yearbook). Here is one mom who can identify with me... http://jenhatmaker.com/blog/2013/05/30/worst-end-of-school-year-mom-ever
So I was saying that the teachers in our school get it. Case in point: yesterday, the kids went on a 17 mile bike trip from their school to the Botanic Gardens. Stopped for FIVE minutes and high tailed it back for a pizza lunch. These teachers are geniuses! 17 miles?!?!?!?! Little time to hear their voices and too tired when they get back to make a fuss of any kind .... and then stuff them with pizza. GENIUS. No, in all seriousness, I love the physical activity and the good use of the last days of school that are otherwise so meaningless. My favorite is the last day of school where the kids have to get up, get ready and go to school for an hour. HA! It's hysterical. The last torture before the summer. Cracks me up.
I will try to be a little more vocal in the blog world. Thanks for hanging with me!