It’s coming, sneaking up on me like quicksand. The theme to Jaws is playing in my head. I was feeling like a bad mom, but then I started asking other moms if they felt the same way. The feeling seems to be universal. What am I referring to, you ask? The fact that summer is almost over (at least for us Floridians, where for unknown, inane reasons, school starts in the middle of August). Growing up in New England, summer didn’t really end until the day after Labor Day…that’s still another 5-6 weeks of summer, by my calcs., but here in FL. school starts in 2.5 weeks. YIKES! Holy ickiness!!
The late buses, no-show buses, overload of forms to be filled out, fees required for ridiculous things (who the hell ever had to pay for a school locker when we were in school?), lunches and snacks that need to be made everyday because if the kids actually stood in line to buy food, they’d have 3 minutes left of lunchtime to eat the food, kids unhappy with their teachers, homework, afterschool activities up the wazoo, carpooling and shuffling here, there and everywhere, more homework followed by not so warm and loving exchanges between kids and parents, the guilt over not wanting to be a room mom, getting out of bed so early in the morning that it’s still dark out, bedtimes that have to be enforced so our little darlings can wake up somewhat ready to face the school day, etc. etc. etc.
I’m thinking a tall cocktail is in order for all of us moms, or better yet, a foot massage - that way we’ll all be ready to do that we’re-running-a-few-minutes-late mad dash to the school bus. You know, that big yellow thing that’s starting to pull away from the curb w/o your kid in it.
Yeah, I know you can relate.
