Raise your hand if you’re secretly (or, not so secretly) bummed out that your kids aren’t returning to in person school soon?
Mine start Friday. I am already dreading it. I haven’t had a break since March. I love them but Momma needs some alone time!
Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful that our district decided online was the safest option but when they’re in school, I get free time. I wander around Target with my Starbucks. I watch my shows in peace and quiet. I take long uninterrupted naps!
March to May their teachers did the best they could. They were thrown into an impossible situation. They were doing school about half day, split between workbooks and online learning. It took minimal supervision from me or the Hubs.
After talking to my son’s new teacher today, I learned they will be online the full 7 hours- breaking for recess and lunch like they normally would be at school. I haven’t heard from my daughters school yet on what it will look like but I am assuming it’ll be the same. Both of my kids are squirrels. This means that we are going to have to check on them often throughout the day to make sure they are actually doing whatever they’re supposed to be doing on their computers in their rooms while not being distracted by literally anything else when they mentally check out of whatever their teacher is saying.
Momma don’t got time for this! I am trying to remain positive and put on a smile for them. I am trying to talk it up. I am not talking badly about the situation in front of them. My daughter especially is sad they aren’t going back to in person because she misses her friends so much. Even a hint of annoyance on my part and her attitude about it grows to where she just CAN’T. (Tweenager)
We have to set the tone for them.
So the tone is: This Isn’t The Greatest Situation But We Will Get Through It.
But you guyyyyyysssssss…..this sucks.
I am trying to be optimistic but I am realistic too. I don’t see how this will go well for either of my kids. I don’t know how either of their IEP’s can be implemented either. I suppose it’s like MS, I just have to not overthink it too much and take it day by day, take whatever is thrown at me like a warrior.
Send Starbucks on Friday. I can sip it when I sneak out to the yard to cry. (I am sure there will be crying the first week or so by one of us.)
Also send Starbucks to working parents who are having to supervise their kids while they work from home. Those parents are heroes. They probably need it more than me. Send them the biggest size Starbucks. They deserve it. I’m just stressed out and whining.