The sad thing is I had the time, just not the inclination to blog. Because ummmmmmmmm
I think it's the assemblies, the award ceremonies and the concerts. Especially that last. This is the endless concert time of year... Four big ones that go on for hours and hours and hours. Seriously, the one tonight will start at 7 and go past ten. Tomorrow night, 6:30-9:30. And they will feature violins.
I like the little concerts and the plays. But the big ones mid-year and end-year that feature every group in a very large school or even the whole school system and that has tout ensemble playing the national anthem and God Bless America at least twice. ....
Oh. Shit, No. I go all blank and hazy when we sit in those badly designed, hot and overcrowded auditoriums. And one by one, the music teachers tell us how special our kids are and how wonderful we are to give our kids the gift of music in this very special school system and now can I just get a round of applause for someone who makes this all possible. . .
. . . and to ward off panic, and stop myself from gnawing off my leg, I will mess with my fancy watch to time the speeches to see if they will beat last year's record of almost ten minutes of introductory talking. I expect we'll get a longer talk tomorrow because a couple of people are retiring this year and that means we have to do at least three standing ovations.
I'll miss both of those teachers but that doesn't count in the mothering stakes. I'm in last place there because I'm missing an important Proud Mother Response that'll override Concert Dread. I imagine it's one of those things you can develop with a little work--as in volunteer work so you see how much effort goes into the concert. Not going to happen, never, ever.
Instead I'll have to prove my love by buying a computer for the graduating boy. Shhhh. Don't tell him. The other two can wait a few years to find out that I care.
So Donica won Unbound! (Thanks Lori! Thanks Donica!)