For the last month, I've been assembling an exhaustive stack of documents. I'm talking a straining-the-paperclip stack. Not for my taxes (already done, and the refund shopping spree was epic, thank you). Next week, I'm registering my son for kindergarten.
Dude, what is with these forms? The ones about languages and custody are beyond redundant. The dental paperwork is baffling. I can either have my dentist fill it out in extensive detail, or just check "No, I neglect my kid," and either way, he's going to school. Why even bother? Is it just to avoid being put on a social services watch list?
In some ways, I'm looking forward to kindergarten. I'll get some peace and quiet so I can write more, and maybe even keep the floors clean for once (yeah, right). Some things, I'm not looking forward to. Like those shopping lists the school sends home. Why is providing hand sanitizer for the entire district my responsibility? Or field trips. He just graduated from his convertible car seat to a high back booster last week; you will never convince me that a school bus is a safe mode of transportation.
But my number one fear? The other moms. Today, I'm guest-posting on Bad Playdate about my preconceived notions. Click on over, would you?