Yesterday began the last three weeks of school, a time period I find even more frenetic than the three weeks before Christmas. There are Field Days and Class Plays and Class Parties. This week is Teacher Appreciation Week, so I have to send the girls to school with something every day for their teachers. (Why can’t they move this week to earlier in the school year when nothing else is going on?) Then there’s the end-of-year teacher gifts. If I were a working parent, I would be pulling all the hair out of my head by now. I don’t know how one finds the time to take off of work for school events (particularly in this economy) and gather up a bunch of stuff every single day to send to school. As for me, for every school event I go to, I have to shell out $10 per hour to a babysitter (I can’t bring the baby to the indoor events).
This year must be especially hard for a lot of people. I’m surprised there was no effort to consolidate or do away with some things. For example, instead of every student bringing in a book for the classroom for Teacher Appreciation, what about just 5 students (and the others bring in flowers or cards). Even though most of the items requested are cheap (homemade cards, snacks, school supplies), these things add up, particularly when you have more than 1 child in school.
Saturday I had a lovely surprise in the mail: I received my copies of Call Me Okaasan.
Suzanne has put together a beautiful collection that weaves multicultural stories about family. My piece is a revised version of a former mamazine column.
I’ll write more about the book, and perhaps do a full blown review, soon.
Andrew Sullivan has been talking a ton in the past several weeks about the Bush Administration and torture. I can’t keep up with all of his posts. What I don’t understand is how all these evangelical Christians in the former White House can condone torture. How do they reconcile this with their God? What makes him better than fundamentalist Muslims who use Allah to justify terrorism? I would love to sit down with Bush and ask him these questions. And then I would vomit all over his lap.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!