As the Days Dwindle Down to a Precious Few

I love summer. I love love love the no homework and the sleeping later and the kids having less pressure and no Hebrew school and no fighting with various awful kids at school including the nameless horror who sent my kid into a tailspin two years ago. And she's starting a new school, and I basically got patted on the head by the principal and the AP who said, "We'll take good care of her, really," while I did my simpering little imitation of an anxious mom. They will, of course, take good care of her, because there is no alternative, but don't expect me to assume it won't take some watching.

Plus the school has a history of fucking up the rocking social skills program that we bit and clawed and scratched to get (yay, Michelle Dunn, who is a goddess), not starting with the mentors until like February or something. That will not happen this year. I can feel my adrenaline pumping through just thinking about all the stuff they're not going to care about that matters to my kid.