Summer Break is over!!!

 

As much as I enjoy my kids during their summer break, I am glad it is finally over. First of all, during school days, I only have to pay for after school care for my little one (he’s 7 and in 2nd grade). The cost for after school is $55 per week. During “Summer Camp” they about triple this into $160 per week, with the excuse that all field trips and meals are included. Well, maybe I don’t want my son to go see the stupid magician or any other lame outing they may come up with. If it was an amusement park, putt-putt, or a museum of history, I would gladly pay the money for that, but since I had no input on these decisions, I’m a little bitter (can’t you tell!).  :-)

 

This year my husband and I are exchanging roles for the 1st day of school. You see, due to my new job having a “90 day probationary period” I am unable to take any time away from it unless I am absolutely dying. If I get hit by a truck and somehow manage not be pronounced dead on the scene, they may let me off the hook as well. On top of that, it’s not like I can get to work just a bit later, because I friggin’ work 1 hr + 15 mins AWAY from my home town, and my hours are 7:00 to 4:00.  The school just happens to be located ½ mile away from my house on the main road off of the subdivision. So, I don’t even get to make progress on the driving distance by going to the school before going to work. *sigh*

 

Soo, my dear husband is in charge of the first day of school activities. One of those activities (besides my son’s wearing all new clothes, new shoes and new backpack) is the (our family tradition) 1st day of school pictures. This is mandatory, folks. I have been doing it since my little one started pre-K.  For some unknown reason, my husband did not seem to comprehend the importance of this unique life event. I almost had to threaten him about not cooking dinner, but then he got a little feisty: “I may not have time to do that.” On top of his ‘battitude’ I suddenly remembered he does not take good pictures, they seem to be always off-focus. This newfound knowledge calls for a change of strategy: “I tell you what,” (that was ME all sugary sweet all of a sudden and my husband looking at me funny), “you can wake up <oldest son name goes here> and while you are sitting in the pooper for 20 minutes, HE can take the pictures on my behalf!”

 

Problem solved. Yes, he did called me a smat*ss, but I really try hard to always get what I want. Whatdayasay? Me? Spoiled? Nah. I’m just a proud mom.