Wednesday, August 20, 2008

just breathe into the paper bag

Sorry Jennie can't blog today she is curled up in the fetal position hyperventilating. She knows that good preschool does not mean the boy will be granted admission to Harvard, but let's face it she is a soccer mom with nothing else to worry about. So she has focused all of her energies on preschool, mainly on the fact that with less than two weeks to go the boy suddenly does not have a teacher. Jennie was looking forward to four mornings without the wild child and felt he would be receiving superior instruction. Learning Mandarin, calculus, physics, organic chemistry, and Russian Revolutionary History. He was going to become a genius, go on Oprah, write a book and Jennie could sit back and retire. But now all of her dreams have been dashed by the haphazard class switching. Now her hopes are for less nose picking, sitting still during story time, and an occasional letter learning. He learned these things last year but one never knows what stays in a boy's brain over summer vacation. She is pretty sure he will never learn to read, write his name correctly, and will be incarcerated by the ripe old age of seven. 

Poor Jennie. 


Anonymous said...

It'll be ok. Promise. I'd buy you a drink, but...well, in a few months. ;)

Cathy said...

How horrible! I hope they find a teacher soon! Believe me, I can't teach my kids s@#$, so I totally understand the desperate need for outside intervention.

Kathleen said...

Take deep breaths, you know what these places are like, they always do things last minute just to test the parents nerves!

EatPlayLove said...

really, this will have no impact on his gold medal collection in the future.

everything happens for a reason, even if it's to drive you completely bonkers.