It's official. The 3rd largest school district in the country has gone on strike.
Word came down 10:00 pm Sunday.
I do not understand all the issues or points of contention.
I do understand that this is going to be one giant cluster-f*k with "temps" overseeing kids with special needs, allergies, and other issues at a host of babysitting facilities around the city.
I want to cry.
But instead, I pour myself a giant glass of red wine and tinker around with my vintage Little People:
Happy place. I need to go to my happy place.
Have I mentioned what a long summer it's been?