The end of the school year was like a boil on my nerves.
I’m relieved it’s over now. Specifically, I’m relieved that I no longer have a child in elementary school. No more dealing with that bus crap. You may have no idea what bus crap I’m talking about, but the third year, this last year, turned out to be the worst of it. It was crappy enough that I drove that kid to school pretty much the entire second semester. This involved daily repetition of the shortest, most perilous journey I’ve ever made. It is only by the grace of God that I have lived to write this. Surely angels hover at the end of the interstate ramp.
Also, two full months without an alarm clock started today. I wake up to my tree and my pets — and absolutely no imposed schedule. That is the dream. For two months, I live the dream. I will be well-rested and in turn, happier, healthier, and more productive.
For two months, there will be no inundation of papers asking for permission, volunteers, money, or supplies.
No book bags, lunch boxes, posterboard, or goody bags.
For two months, I will not receive automated phone calls. Not about the bus, not about running, not about art, not about book club, not about dance, not about orchestra, and none of those slowly-spoken eight-point bulletins that make me want to throw my phone across the room.
I feel very sunshine, rainbow, unicorn sparkles right now.
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