All Good Things That Require You to Wake Up at 7:00 am on Your Day Off Must Temporarily Come to an End
Tomorrow morning, I'm going to get up, actually put on clothes (instead of traipse through the door wearing the pajamas I slept in), and go watch Phaedra graduate from preschool. I'm going to take her picture walking over a little wooden footbridge and watch her proudly display her brand new teddy bear (who will take her place in Tiny and Cart's family as their new sister, I'm told) and carry home her binder full of classroom work.
I will do all this while trying not to bawl my eyes out. Because, in a weird way, on top of dealing with the fact that my little baby is going to real school in the fall, it feels like I'm reliving the school experience myself.
No one really tells you on your last day of high school "HA HA SUCKERS! You think you're done with school?!?!? You get to do this shit all over again when you have kids!" Because if they did, half the kids wouldn't believe them, and the other half would just yell "HEY EAT ME MS. WOJINOWSKI!", which is just really rude.
But it's true. You think when you finish school that you're finally done with having to get up at the buttcrack of dawn and spend six hours inside a building that very closely resembles a minimum-security prison. Then you have kids, and you realize that oh snap, this kid can't drive himself to school, and he's expected to be there every single day. Really, really early in the morning. Which means you just signed up for ANOTHER thirteen years (or more!) of getting up at the buttcrack of dawn and dropping someone off at a building that very closely resembles a minimum-security prison.
Janel Mills is a librarian raising three girls with her beardedly gifted husband. She writes at her blog 649.133: Girls, the Care and Raising Of.