The first day of CPS knocked me on my ass. Joey's not-so-magic school bus failed to show up until after school already started. When I called the bus company to complain, I was advised that they had over 10,000 Chicago Public School kids to manage, so I really needed to relax and lower my expectations as far as a timely pick-up was concerned.
I won't go into my reaction because this is a family blog. My primary emotion was fear: fear of them misplacing my son and offering up a lame consolation:
Well, we got most of the kids home safely, but it's not like anything is 100%.
Anyway, I found a few laughs on the camera of Jack roller skating at his cousin's birthday party. He skates a thousand times better than I do, so at least all those years of ice hockey were good for something. The Tinley Park roller rink smells exactly the same as it did in 1984 when I used to go as a kid. And as far as I can tell, they have lovingly opted to retain the original carpet from 1978.
A grand time was had and the video made me forget how maddening the school year can be.
I am sure my aggravation will return when the packets of Innisbrook fundraising crap are sent home followed by a walk-a-thon packet and of course a request to purchase tickets to the Wine & Cheese tasting. My checkbook still hasn't recovered from sponsoring the 10 or so kids I know CPS coerced me into paying for via the over-the-top supply list. There is just no way one child needs 16 sticks of glue.
Yes, I'm feeling a little bitter* today. Send chocolate. Now.
*Please note that my current bitterness is in no way directed at the wonderful teachers of CPS. I am extremely grateful for all they do. They are the sole beacon in this whole wacked out system of lunacy and madness.