Thursday, February 12, 2009
At a certain stage in your childrens' schoolives, you become a pack donkey. It all starts innocently enough...mom I can't carry my school bag, school books, tracksuit and lunch bag...please help! Then it progresses to...mom I can't pick up my school bag, school books, lunch bag and carry it to the classroom...please help! Until finally, they run off, looking back at you wondering why the hell you are out of breath and bent double under the weight of 2 lunch bags, 2 tracksuit jackets, a pair of sneakers, 2 school bags (one on it's wheels all trolley-like) and the other over your shoulder, your own shit all while still having a conversation with your husband about your daughter's inclusion in a school art production thingamabob!