We are leaning toward sending Zoey to kindergarten in the fall (and thereby going against the judgment of her preschool teachers). If she takes up smoking in third grade, starts selling drugs in fourth grade, and finally gets expelled in the fifth grade, it will just be another notch in my Bad Parenting Belt. So be it.
That's a lie. I'm already beginning to rethink it.
Why? The paperwork! Paperwork as far as the eye can see. Student Data Forms. Immunization Records. Health Records. Emergency Contact Information. Twenty-seven thousand forms that all contain the same information. My hand aches.
We're attending a special Meet And Greet at her elementary school tomorrow afternoon. When we went last week to sign up for the Meet And Greet, I pointed to Zed and asked, "Is it OK if I bring him along? His Mom works and I don't have a babysitter." The lady behind the counter curled her lip as she said, "If you must."
Bitch.
Another reason I'm not looking forward to sending Zoey to kindergarten is the bus. We live within walking distance to her school, but I'm planning on dropping her off at school before I take Zed to preschool (Walk to school? That's soooooo 1953.).
But Zoey is obsessed with riding the school bus. It's all she talks about anymore. To her, a major part of the kindergarten experience is the bus. I am constantly telling her, "Daddy will be driving you to school and picking you up after classes." And she is constantly telling me, "When I go to kindergarten, I get to ride the bus."
Should make for an interesting first day of school this fall.
Song of the day: Fight The Power by Public Enemy
School Daze
