Summer Break, Day One
Ahhhhhhhhh.
I feel soooooo good. Isaac is here and Zada is here and Lola is here and Ellen is here and Aaron isn't here but will come home by dinner and it's sunny outside but we are inside enjoying day one of a long lazy retreat from the hectic crappy year we've had.
I'm coming off of many distractions these last weeks--match-making for the brother-in-law (no more meddling...learned my lesson) and clawing my way to the end of this very grueling school year. We've also been on the intellectual and emotional teeter totter of considering homeschooling next year for both Isaac and Zada.
And just as I was feeling momentary panic yesterday at giving up our spots at this very sought-after public school, we received a form letter from the assistant principal informing us that our son was tardy 24 times this school year.
6 tardies is the highest they go on their scale of punishments. As in, 6 or more tardies and you may be reassigned to a new school. As in, NO ONE gets more than 6 tardies. Except us. Who got twenty-four.
Before I go into a rant about how this happened after I gave up control over getting Isaac to school and let him start going on the back of Aaron's Vespa, a rant that would have included such phrases as, "I TOLD him to get to the garage by 7:25am! I TOLD him!" I have to say this.
The letter told us (in a generic form letter way, of course) to use our summer months to think carefully about why we are amassing tardies and do some hard strategizing about how to ensure that no tardies are had next school year.
Easy!
We quit!
We are tardy because we don't think that ripping our kid out of the book he is reading to go to school to sit in a class and color xeroxed worksheets is worth it.
We are tardy because we see how much more excited our kids are exploring life on their own than they are when spoon-fed life in sour little bites.
We are tardy because we miss our kids when they are gone and don't really want them to march off at 7:45am.
So thanks, Mr. Hack, for reminding me to think hard about our tardies. I have, and I think we have come up with the perfect solution....
I feel soooooo good. Isaac is here and Zada is here and Lola is here and Ellen is here and Aaron isn't here but will come home by dinner and it's sunny outside but we are inside enjoying day one of a long lazy retreat from the hectic crappy year we've had.
I'm coming off of many distractions these last weeks--match-making for the brother-in-law (no more meddling...learned my lesson) and clawing my way to the end of this very grueling school year. We've also been on the intellectual and emotional teeter totter of considering homeschooling next year for both Isaac and Zada.
And just as I was feeling momentary panic yesterday at giving up our spots at this very sought-after public school, we received a form letter from the assistant principal informing us that our son was tardy 24 times this school year.
6 tardies is the highest they go on their scale of punishments. As in, 6 or more tardies and you may be reassigned to a new school. As in, NO ONE gets more than 6 tardies. Except us. Who got twenty-four.
Before I go into a rant about how this happened after I gave up control over getting Isaac to school and let him start going on the back of Aaron's Vespa, a rant that would have included such phrases as, "I TOLD him to get to the garage by 7:25am! I TOLD him!" I have to say this.
The letter told us (in a generic form letter way, of course) to use our summer months to think carefully about why we are amassing tardies and do some hard strategizing about how to ensure that no tardies are had next school year.
Easy!
We quit!
We are tardy because we don't think that ripping our kid out of the book he is reading to go to school to sit in a class and color xeroxed worksheets is worth it.
We are tardy because we see how much more excited our kids are exploring life on their own than they are when spoon-fed life in sour little bites.
We are tardy because we miss our kids when they are gone and don't really want them to march off at 7:45am.
So thanks, Mr. Hack, for reminding me to think hard about our tardies. I have, and I think we have come up with the perfect solution....
posted by Ellen at 11:52 AM
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