Year 1, Act 1, Scene 1: And...rolling...Tense morning. Sausage undercooked, infant tears, baby bottles on the fly, sun in my eyes, wired traffic, overloaded backpacks, allergies flaring, multiple alarm clocks sounding, nose bleeding, miscommunication, blasted speed bumps, sun STILL in my eyes, soccer mom behind me in overpriced, self indulgent, gas hog of an SUV who clearly got her driver's license out of box of kiddie cereal. And last but certainly not least, I just swatted a mosquito on my neck & a thick, tarry, dark brown substance splattered everywhere.
Repugnant, yet pitiful.
None of the above however has the slightest to do with me being the least bit nervous about dropping my children off at their strange, entirely foreign, tax payer funded institutions of higher learning for the first time... or my daughter's first day of junior high. Did I mention she's the apple of her daddy's eye? Did I mention there are BOYS at her school???? Well...DID I???? AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAVING BOYS AT A SCHOOL MIXED WITH GIRLS CAN ONLY LEAD TO!!!!??!!
Daddy needs a sedative. :0(
Well, well, well, I'm glad that I'm not the only one who's worried about prepubescent boys (sp) Had one come to my front door looking for Amy to go play. He was 12 !!! Amy is 9. So I said, " Uummm, NO "! Buy hey, when you get that sedative, send me some :)
ReplyDeleteWill do Shelly-bean in Humidville, Nunya, U.S. of A.! ;0)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment! Hope you & yours are well.