Thursday, May 08, 2008

A Rant With Many Bad Words

I apologize for this post in advance. You should know that I am not an overly sentimental person. I hate ceremonies. I yawned my way through my eldest daughter's stage debut. (She was fabulous, but it wasn't exactly The Producers, you know?) I am also sick of preschool. And the teacher. And the other mothers (except Andrea, who is perfectly darling). And the schedule.

So this month, Preschool has done an overnight camp out. Still on the schedule is a Family Tea, a water day, a field trip and a graduation ceremony.

A damned graduation ceremony? For a damned preschool? What the fuck?!? We are coming back in the fucking FALL!!!!

I know. I am a terrible person. I should not resent another night of my life wasted, as I watch my precious baby girl receive a certificate and then spaz out in front of all the students and their families. I should not be tallying the time it takes to shove dinner down my family's throats, dress my children, load them in the car and drive to the school. I should not be contemplating committing hari-kari with safety scissors. This is a sweet ceremony that marks the end of our school year and allows the children a sense of closure. And all I can think is every mom in the joint will be pumping her fist in the air, singing Alice Cooper's "School's Out (For Summer)" internally, of course. And that for three months, we'll all be having the same conversation:

Preschooler: "Is it a preschool day?"
Mom, sighing with relief, "No, thank God!"

7 comments:

Goddess in Progress said...

Though I'm several years away from that with my own kids, I couldn't agree more. This excessive celebration, if nothing else, I think takes away from the importance of the big ones. High school and college graduations are major turning points, worthy of celebration and ceremony. Ending a school year? Yeah, I think cupcakes and a goodbye song would suffice. Closure is a good thing, but over-dramatizing things is another.

Bubba's Sis said...

And they all said, "AMEN!"

Totally agree. With every word. Even the bad ones. I'm like that.

Kathy said...

Hi, I just wandered into your blog while browsing and this is hilarious. I'm glad I found you!! My daughter starts perschool in the fall...I'm not sure I'm looking forward to it.

JUST A MOM said...

Don't you just hate those mom's who shower and curl and make up their faces adn lok like that could be YOUR daughter dropping of their little perfect child... I always wanted to slam them to the ground into the biggest mud puddle.. oh sorry this was YOUR rant.. good one.

Jennie said...

I know you're like that, Bubba's Sis. It's why I like you!

Andrea said...

Counting the days......

jennyonthespot said...

dude.

yeah.

you crack me up.

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