As I write this, there are only three days left in the school year.
Three long days.
Three very early mornings.
Mornings that require me to get up at O-dark-thirty in order to get my eldest child to the bus stop in time, then come back home and drag the younger child out of bed. It’s a battle each and every morning. So much so, that for the sake of my own sanity, I’ve resorted to dressing her while she’s still half asleep. Frankly, it’s the only way I’ll get to work on time.
At this point in the school year, I’m not even sure why I go through this arduous process every morning. There are only these three, tiny days left. Testing is over and the students are simply watching movies, having parties, and participating in field days. There’s no actual learning going on. This late in the school year,the students are simply attending school to reach the required 180 days of the school year.
Well, I’m rebelling against this 180 day thing. It’s a tradition I started last year after my eldest child passed her end of grade testing. I took the day off from work and let her stay home from school. We spent the day together…we went to lunch, did a little shopping, and even stopped at the library so mom could score some books (You know, because I need more books in my house). It was my way of telling my daughter I was proud of her; that she’d worked hard all year and deserved a day off.
This year, I let both kids take the day off. We went to Chick-Fil-A for lunch, did a little shopping, then stopped for shakes on the way home. The kids got to sleep in and have a fun day…
You know, before the remaining grueling three days of school.