Recently, I dropped the boys off for the first day of another school year.
I was expecting to feel a major sense of relief that half of the mess was heading off to do their art projects elsewhere. But what I really felt was complete and total terror that the women who now runs my children's lives won't love them. I know it's not a requirement but it sure makes their job easier.
When I roused our boys at 6 a.m., Rex, age 7, quickly pulled the covers over his head and assumed the fetal position. Last year, we failed at the German school and he's been taking Learn To Read English From Mother 101 since April. It's been mostly successful although his teacher tends to be kind of lazy if the weather is too hot or there's laundry to do or if it's Wednesday.