So, you may have heard that I was on vacation last week.
The BEST part of vacation is not having to go to work for a week.
The WORST part is having to come back and catch up on all the work you’ve missed.
And it’s even WORSE when you’ve ALSO got to help your Mini-Me catch up with all of HIS homework, too.
Before we left for vacation, I told Mini-Me to ask his teacher if he was going to have to make up all the work he was going to miss, since we took him out of school for a week for our Jamaica vacation.
She told him, “Not to worry about it. Have a great vacation!”
I took THAT to mean, “No, I won’t ask him to make up his missing schoolwork. Enjoy your time!”
But apparently, it meant, “By all means, take your vacation and try to have fun, because I am going to fucking BURY YOU with schoolwork when you get back!”
Because, much to our surprise, when Mini-Me got home from his first day back at school last week, he could barely WALK with the mountain of books and paperwork she had stuffed into his little knapsack.
Seriously, I could not fucking BELIEVE how much work she gave him to make up.
And don’t for a second think that I don’t want him to catch up on the important things he missed. I spent half the weekend teaching him the math concepts that he missed while he was away. THAT stuff is important, and I get that. I’m with “Teach” on that score. Really.
But when I have to sit my son down on a beautiful Sunday morning, so he can spend hours completing word jumbles and coloring in pictures of butterflies, I start to get royally ticked off.
I mean seriously, what is the fucking point of making him do hours, of what amounts to busywork? Activities that she probably gave the class so she could take a break from all the screaming rugrats and have some time to herself for a bit.
I mean really! Did my son need to brush up on his use of the color “orange”? Will he need to build on those coloring skills when he gets to the 4th grade next year? I call bullshit on about 90 percent of the work that she made him (us!) do this weekend. It was a needless waste of time.
Ok, I’m done venting about how I spent HOURS cooped up inside on a fucking BEAUTIFUL Memorial Day weekend looking for the word “Turtle” hidden in a block of letters when I COULD have been outside enjoying the day.