“I can’t believe I agreed to be the room mom this year! What the heck was I thinking?”
I was talking with my friend today — a fellow lawyer and working mom — who regretted her decision to be “Room Mom.” She was in an utter panic. She wanted to back out. But she felt trapped! Continue reading →
My kids are back to school this week, and I can’t keep up. I’ve had it with school supplies! I’ve already been to five different stores trying to find a couple of hot products. (Like four plastic (not paper) folders with fasteners; 2 red, 2 blue)
Why do these lists have to be so detailed? Continue reading →
School’s not out yet. Homework is still in full swing. And I for one am ready for a break!
Can anyone relate? Continue reading →
Abby has been bugging me to volunteer in Kindergarten. Who has the time? It’s not that I don’t want to. I just have too many other things to do. So I usually tell her I can’t take the time off work. I’ll do it next month. And I’ll make it up to her in another way.
She’s not buying it. And she’s persistent. So she resorts to old-fashioned GUILT!
“You’re the only mom that doesn’t volunteer in my kindergarten class!”
That got my attention. Continue reading →
It’s Working Mommy Wednesday. The school year is in full swing. And I can barely keep up. Parent homework. Forms. Packing lunches. Juggling schedules. School fundraisers. Snack duty. More forms.
Not to mention my kids’ multiple after-school activities. It’s simply exhausting.
Remember when we were kids – and we actually did our own homework? Today, it’s impossible for parents to keep up.
I know, I know. It’s good for parents to be involved. But let’s think about life when we were kids.
- My parents never had to check my homework every night or sign a “homework log.” I had to do it myself.
- My parents never got involved in school fundraisers. I went door to door and sold candy bars (ok, maybe they bought a few bars from me).
- My parents didn’t drop me off in front of the school or walk me to my classroom. I took the bus.
- My parents never volunteered in my classroom. (No, my mom wasn’t the room mother.)
And I wasn’t neglected a bit. I had more love at home than I could have asked for. But school was school. And home was home.
What happened to those lines?
Parents, are you a bit overwhelmed by the demands of school? Do you think our kids would be more independent if we were less involved? Or am I just over-reacting a bit?