Tis the Season to Whine

Today I found out what I get to do for the rest of the week. It's pretty darn exciting. I get to drive. A lot. Every two hours. Because the school knows I really don't have anything else to do!!!

I received this memo from Elliot's school informing me of their brilliant holiday exam schedule.

"Students must arrive at 10:15 for their exam and then be picked up by 12:15."

ho, ho, ho!!!!

Elliot goes to a charter school and there is no bus, so since it takes me about an hour to make the drive both ways, that means I will have a whooping hour to get home, unload all the other kids, feed them and load them up again until I have to turn around and go pick Elliot up.


As you can see, the boy is quite concerned about the situation.

I considered stuffing a sleeping bag in his backpack and letting him sleep at the school for the next three days, but the memo included this little gem.

"Students who are done with their exams for that particular day will be asked to leave the building. The student will not be allowed to stay in the building."

Drat. Drat. Drat.

My son better give me a gas card for Christmas.