Well, I've read enough blog posts by parents of kindergarten-elects to confirm that I am a freakish outlier when it comes to KinderEmotion. I haven't been able to drum up much melancholy over the fact that Ava is starting public school in 10 days. I mean, I haven't exactly TRIED; I'm not the type to whip out The Kissing Hand and Let the Feelings Wash Over Me, but I did give it some thought, and...nothing. Well, not NOTHING nothing, I'm not COMPLETELY heartless, but nothing SAD. What IS that? Have I been tranq-ed* without my knowledge? Believe me, I realize this isn't normal. I guess I AM a little squirrelly about the new environment and unfamiliar faces, but uh, that's mostly FOR ME. I had to call the school yesterday and I hung up thinking, "OH GOD THEY HATE ME! They are adding me to the Wall of Rage in the staff restroom AS WE SPEAK!" And so on.
On the other hand, Ava's been going to "school" since she was 10 weeks old. The only difference now is that it's FREE. Ish. Aside from the property taxes and the after school care and the nickel-and-diming over lunches and supplies and "holiday" care for early release days every other fucking week. Reminds me of the time her daycare had the balls to send out a letter explaining that they could no longer provide "free" lunches. Aside from the THOUSAND DOLLARS PER MONTH they collect in tuition. Well, whatever. If the district wants to declare September 21st a holiday and charge me $25 to keep my kid in public school, then that's how it's gonna go. I realize I've gone from Paying Customer to You Get What You Get and You Don't Throw a Fit. It's just a shame that my employer is such a holiday-hating Grinch. Next I suppose I'll be here on Arbor Day!
Oh, but wait, here's a Kinderfret: Carlos and Carlosita are both teachers. So, how does THAT work, in terms of teacher relations? Is it like doctors, who are notoriously wicked bad patients? Are they going to second-guess and nitpick and horror-story every little thing? I mean, it's not like Carlos to CRITICIZE, but. You know.
Hmm, let's see what else I have to bitch about. I will no longer be able to use the HOV lane during my commutes, since I'll be dropping off/picking up near the house, and not near my office. Which seriously fucking blows. Actually, I think I might be able to squeeze out a few rogue tears for THAT angle. Don't GOOOO, HOV LANE! STAY WITH YOUR MAMA WHO LOVES YOU FOREVAAHHHH!
Ready, set...GO! *I really want "tranq-ed" to be a word, but...well, it's a bit awkward, isn't it. Nope, don't see that one going viral. Ah well.
