is kicking my heiny.
I no longer want to walk in the building because every time I do, there’s one more thing I should/must/might want to do.
No, I do not want to contribute to the baskets for auction.
No, I do not want to go to the spaghetti dinner.
No, I do not want to artfully arrange said baskets.
No, I do not particularly want to drill my child on sightwords, but I’ll do it.
Yes, I would love to sign her up for one of the many cool after school enrichment activities, but no, I won’t be doing that, because she has to go to after school program, and the fun enrichment programs end at 4.
Yes, I would love to help in the classroom, but I can’t. I have to work.
Yes, I would love to have Selam’s grandparents help in the classroom, but unless you can do it by skype, I think the 3 hour flight would be too long of a commute.
No, I do not particularly want to be part of parent teacher group. I want to spend my spare time with my duck, not other parents.
Yes, I do want to read with my duck from the same books as she is reading in school.
Yes, I am tired. Really tired.
So is the duck.
I mostly remember naps, graham crackers and crayons from kindergarten. When did it get so hard?