Back to School

It's that time of year again - little children, dressed in freshly bought clothes, sporting new backpacks, some even wearing uniforms like good little soldiers trucking off to school buildings everywhere. Their generally underpaid teachers having reported back a week earlier are already burned out from sitting through droll meetings that readdress the same old issues, the enthusiasm already sapped out of their poor souls during yet another mandatory and utterly useless professional development seminar held in some auditorium. I feel for them. I really do.

And, I am so freaking happy that my kids aren't there! I didn't have to fight the "back-to-school" crowds. I don't have to drag the kids out to open house night. I don't have to waste our time in front of the school waiting to drop them off/pick them up. I don't have to check over homework. I don't have to fool with rip off fundraisers. I don't have to schmooze someone I really don't like so my kids will be treated well. We'll shop when we feel like it, thank you. We'll learn what we want to and not what some dingbat bunch of bureaucrats decide. My children will be treated well, loved by their teachers (E and I), and allowed to learn what truly interests them; and, I don't have to kiss anybody's butt to see that it happens! Yay for me. Yay for my kids. Life is good. (Sometimes I just need to remind myself.)