Let me start by saying, “I’m sorry”.  I’m sorry to ALL of the teachers that have my children in school right now.  See, it’s close to the end of the school year. As you know, the kids are really getting ancy and starting to check out.  I know it’s not just my kids, which makes it worse for you.  I am sure you are ready to check out too.  You deserve 100% to check out.  You are a saint.  I know that you are holding on for dear life.  I know that you have your vacation booked.  I wouldn’t blame you if you already have your bags packed, smutty romance novels ready to go, and dog sitter on call.  I know you don’t get paid nearly enough for the kind of vacation you deserve, but I’m hoping you’ve got something good planned to unwind and detox from the elevation of my kids’ energy and attitudes.  Rest assured knowing that they’re giving it to me at home too.  Here is where my apology needs to come in.  See, I’ve got it too.  I’ve got the ants in my pants, but I’ve also got the attitude. I’m an adult,  I know. Still, as I remind my children that they have about a month to go until summer vacation, as I get on them about homework and paying attention,  I’ve kinda given up too.  We won’t tell them that.  It’s our secret, just like the other secrets we keep together sometimes in our messages back and forth.  I’m sorry if the backpack still has yesterday’s papers and flyers still in it today.  I’m sorry that someone may or may not have done his entire week’s homework packet Thursday night last week. I did do the reminding, but not the checking after the reminding.  I’m sorry if sometimes my kids lunch looks like he scraped together whatever was left in the house he would eat.  He probably did.  As you know, spring gets busy.  Sometimes it’s impossible to find time to grocery shop. I promise they get a proper dinner. Chicken nuggets are in the freezer 99% of the time, along with the frozen French fries and anything else we can quickly cook in the air fryer in between school, baseball, lacrosse, work, and school activities.  Once in a while, they even eat a vegetable. 

Knowing these kids will be home alot more actually makes me quite happy. Also, it adds some stress. I too want to spend more time relaxing and enjoying vacation with them. That means working more now, especially since much of my work is from home. I don’t forsee being as successful with that when kids are needing me or fighting or I just want to keep them from getting on the PS4 when it’s nice out.  So it’s a busy month ahead for all of us. Please forgive me.

I was a home school mama for 7 years. I made sure we were always finished with the year’s work by Memorial Day Weekend.  I spoiled us like that.  It was easier to do that with just a few to teach. Then we would fill the time with our “field trips”.  I know that just isn’t how it works now, but it does probably contribute to the difficulty in staying focused here towards the end of May. 

If it’s any consolation, I promise that we are spending time thinking of the best teacher gift.  We do love you.  We do care about your sanity, even if we don’t always show it.  I hope you accept my apology.

I also want to say, “THANK YOU”! See, I think that you are awesome. So does my kid. My 4 kids have some amazing teachers and I feeling blessed and appreciate it, even when they don’t. Thank you for giving them exactly what they need. Thank you for communicating with me and making sure we were on the same page to help my kid succeed. Thank you for reminding them of things if I forgot. Thank you for smiling and having a place for them in your heart. I’m not quite sure how your heart can be so big, but it’s one of the biggest I’ve ever seen. Thank you for ignoring that my son wore his shirt backwards most of the time (he likes it that way and I pick my battles). Thank you for bending and giving extra time and care for allowing assignments to be turned in when life got a bit sketchy. Thank you for being laid back enough for boy antics and girl drama. Thank you for all that you do. If you don’t fly far away the very night school gets out and fly in the night before it starts up again, I owe you a drink on the beach. I mean it. And I can tell my kid they need to stay at home. You’ll have your fill again soon enough.