Last night was parent-teacher night at Jonathan and Samantha’s high school. We – the parents – received our kids’ schedules and went from class to class to meet the teachers for each subject.
Admittedly, parents in general are pretty awesome demi-gods with super-human abilities. Eyes in the back of our heads, the capacity to multi-task up to 17 different responsibilities at the same time and an uncanny talent for predicting what our kids will do when they THINK we’re not paying attention are only a few of the powers we’ve been accused of exercising.
And yet one fact remains: we still can’t be in two places at the same time.
For this reason Exy-Poo followed Samantha’s schedule and I followed Jonathan’s.
Confession #1: By the end of the night I was overwhelmed by the teachers’ expectations.
Out of the six teachers that I met, not one of them seemed even remotely aware that my kids go to school for a WHOLE CURRICULUM of subjects.
Translation: OH MY GOD – THE HOMEWORK!!!
And although the teachers that I met seemed unaware of each other, they all used the same language. The expression that scared me the most?
“I’m counting on your support at home.”
What I actually heard was, “Never mind cooking supper or even doing the dishes and any laundry until next June. Prepare yourself to just kiss your evenings and weekends good-bye. And have you heard about the new trend in sleeping? As in NOT sleeping? It was always over-rated anyways.”
Confession #2: I hate high school.
Of course my kids don’t know that. As far as they’re concerned, I’m an eager beaver who sits at home twiddling my thumbs in anticipation for them to walk through the front door so that I can start nagging them about their homework.
(Did I mention that I hate high school?)