Remember this essay that ended with my happiness over the end of Chicago Public School strike? Remember how I mentioned that the one thing that could kill my mood was an immediate dissemination of the dreaded Innisbrook fundraising packet? One that looks exactly like this:
The kids returned to school this past Wednesday. Jack pulled out this packet and was begging to go door-to-door by 3:45 on Wednesday afternoon. That's right. The very day they returned from the strike.
I understand why this stuff is important, but I really think CPS needs to gain a better appreciation of timing.
As in, "don't throw gasoline on the already-smoldering and still-recovering CPS mom."