Going Back to School
As you read this I am back at school. But it’s OK. I have had a great and wonderful summer full of delight and joy. Lots of lounging about in the sand and splashing around in the water. Lots of catching up with friends and kid-free time. But I am ready to go back to work. For one thing I miss being around other adults (besides my partner) and I have had enough quality time with the children. I am beginning to feel like a momma cat. When I was a kid I had this really great cat with a litter of kittens. She was a great mother and took very good care of her babies, licking them and feeding them when they were small and taking them to the farmer’s field for hunting lessons when they got older. But every so often she would get fed up with her bratty kids. They would climb all over her and fight with each other, requiring her to bare her teeth and swat at the kittens to keep them in line. Then she would pick them up by the scruff of the neck and drop them down a hole in the back of the closet.
I am that mother cat.
On Wednesday they go back to school so I won’t have to drop them down any holes. The really funny thing is that the kids want to go back to school. Can you imagine? When I was a child I would have died before admitting that I missed school. You would think that between Club Penguin and Webkinz and television and chores and trips to the swimming pool and two doting parents that these kids would be entertained enough. Maybe public education isn’t as bad as I feared.
