Why September is the WORST [Guest Post]

It’s September. Shoot Me from a Cannon.

Jen Singer is the creator of MommaSaid.net and the author of the Stop Second-Guessing Yourself guides to parenting. Original Post here.

file0481I’d feel more wistful if it were a nice day outside. Also, if our bag of chips didn’t look like raccoons had ripped through it.

Where I used to count down the days until school starts, I stopped doing that in recent years because frankly, I enjoy hanging out with my kids these days. Ever since I could leave them alone in a room and not return to crayon graffiti or a potty accident, motherhood has gotten easier. Also, I don’t feel like driving carpool again just yet.

September always makes me feel like I’ve been shot out of a cannon. And with school starting here tomorrow, I can smell the proverbial gunpowder.

There’ll be no more hanging out at the community lake, catching up on my magazines, untouched since April, and chatting with other parents while the kids fish, as we did yesterday. Instead, there will be rushing around to find shin guards, homework assignments and the car keys.

This morning, the kids packed up their backpacks, going over their supply check lists one more time. As they raced around the house, trying to find rulers, Sharpie pens and “three things that represent” them, I knew that it was time to climb into the cannon. Also, to buy more Sharpies.

So I’m glad it’s not a gorgeous summer day today, because it’ll make tomorrow’s first day of school easier to take. And I’m ready for school to start. Really. I’ve braced myself for what’s about to come…Got a match?

Jen Singer is the creator of MommaSaid.net and the author of the Stop Second-Guessing Yourself guides to parenting. Original Post here.

One Response to “Why September is the WORST [Guest Post]”

  1. Bob Collier
    September 13, 2009 at 5:38 pm #

    As a stay-at-home dad, I was deeply involved with “school culture” for 13 years – from washing and ironing uniforms and preparing lunchboxes and getting my children to school on time to attending parent-teacher meetings and prize givings and open days and dozens of different activities in between; and I thought nothing out of the ordinary about that until my now 24-year old daughter graduated from high school at the end of 2002 and, in the same week, her ten years younger brother quit school to be self-educated. I had no choice then but to look at the world very differently. It’s been most enlightening.

    These days, my son and I live our daily lives as if school doesn’t exist. If we want to hang out at the lake, or any equivalent of that, that’s what we do, whatever the month, the day of the week or the time of day. It’s an extraordinarily liberating experience – I could say a return to real life – and I find myself often curious that other people seem willing to continue to tolerate the most outrageous impositions on their private lives by an institution that is now lagging so badly behind other educational opportunities in the world at large that have been made viable by the Digital Revolution.

    Does that really make sense, I wonder?

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