If parents of school-aged kids got graded, I’m pretty sure I’d
be getting a D right now.
So far, we’ve had Open House Night, Meet and Greet Night,
Room Parent Tea and holiday party sign-ups, about 20 forms in various colors due,
Market Day fundraiser, Fun Run fundraiser, Pizza Night fundraiser, a PTA
meeting, and
send-in-three-different-but-very-specific-types-of-apples-to-class-tomorrow
day. (To be fair on that last one, I’m
pretty sure I’d have had 3-4 days notice to get the apples if I was an A+
parent and checked the backpack every day.
But it’s Kindergarten for crying out loud.)
I’m exhausted.
I just filled out and turned in my last form today, after
two reminder phone calls from the school nurse.
I didn’t get my PTA membership form and money turned in during the big
incentive time, so my kid didn’t get a gumball in the picture on the wall and
her class didn’t win the most memberships in the first week and didn’t get the
pizza party. I didn’t hit up 25 of my
family members and friends for money for the Fun Run so my kid didn’t get ice
cream that day. (We were encouraged to send the letters to everyone on our
holiday card list. You’re welcome.) We ran into the school secretary at the park
one day and she recognized Eden and asked my name, and then remarked, “Oh, you
haven’t turned in the Field Trip Permission form yet.” They are keeping special tabs on us D parents.
It’s September. I’m
exhausted. I seriously can’t imagine
having several children in several different grades or schools to keep track of
at the same time. It’s ridiculous. I think I’d homeschool just so I didn’t have
to deal with the paperwork. Our own little
one room school house.
Thankfully my kid didn’t seem to notice her lack of paper
gumballs or pizza or ice cream. And I
understand the need for fundraisers, I really do. It’s just that I wish there was an option to
pay a certain amount of cash up front and then have those fundraising papers
and forms and events magically disappear.
I promise, I’d have my cash in by May, at the absolute latest.
At least we’re on time for drop off, usually. And Isaac’s wearing shoes, usually. And Eden’s clothes are clean, except for the
days last week where she wanted to wear the same cleanish clothes several days
in a row and I couldn’t really think of a good enough reason not to, so off she
went.
I’m exhausted. It's hard work getting a D.