End of school madness
I don't know why kids bother gong to school the last two weeks. Mine have had NO homework (lucky for me, because the 4th grade stuff is getting way too complicated for my feeble mind!) Plus, I have to be alert to certain notices in their back packs like "Bring pillow and snack" "bring board game" "bring popcorn." Hey what about the Chippendale Boys--can't we bring them for entertainment?
Why do these notices often escape me? Because the last three months of school, it takes an act of extreme courage on my part to peer into that dark hole with gun and flashlight, skirting nervously past moldy sandwich crumbs, library books from the year before, lint covered Life Savers, unsigned teacher notes and tests from December, and 67 pounds of Valentines Day cards left unopened due to lack of candy. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, though. Just bracing myself for the feat. Of course I fully expect to be awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for placing myself in great danger all in the line of duty. I think the teachers probably deserve that medal more, though. I can just envision them twitching uncontrollably behind their desks, uttering nervous squeaks, rubbing prayer beads, and crossing themselves as they plead to whatever God they worship to spare them that last frayed nerve in the throes of death. Hmm. That explains the lack of work. I asked my kids if they wanted to skip the last few days but NOOO. After all, it's not often they can play all day at school.