Blurbs from the Burbs by Chickysara

There seems to be a definitive US AGAINST THEM mentality going on in the offices of the administration in both the school district office and the elementary school J attends. I can’t say much about the other school—the one that T will be going to—because I haven’t had any experience with them yet. I hope they are much nicer than the ones I’ve been dealing with so far. That may be the only benefit to T and J going to two separate schools (due to the illogical who-cares-if-siblings-attend-different-schools-attitude of the district office)—the possibility of dealing with kinder, more accommodating and compassionate people at the other school. I am doubtful but optimistic. It seems, though, that they may all be in it together—like in Rosemary’s Baby. I know for a fact that the administration in J’s school has a sick and twisted desire to torture the parents. They seem to take pride in having an overcrowded school and only four usable parking spaces in the entire parking lot. And th...

When summer vacation first starts I am ecstatic over not having to get up at the crack of dawn to get the kids off to school, following a schedule of drop-offs and pick-ups, the accompanying extracurricular activities and volunteer duties. But by the last few weeks of summer vacation, I am just counting the seconds until I can get them out of the house as early as possible so I can have some peace and quiet for a few hours. It’s not that I don’t love being with my kids twenty-four hours a day for almost three months but—no wait—that is it. I love my boys more than anything in this whole wide world, but let's face it, that much time with anyone will drive a person crazy. First of all, there is the constant fighting over every little thing. Like who’s first. “I was here first!” claims one kid. “Uh-uh I was here first” the other one will shout. I am wondering, “Who cares???” It’s not like there’s a race. There is NO prize for being first. But apparently, it is of some great import...