6.348/365: why I hated being an elementary school mom

I have one left in high school, it’s his senior year. I’m lucky if he showers, much less wears what I ask.

When my three were little, I dreaded this week slightly less than Red Ribbon Week, which was idiotic. “Sock it to Drugs —wear wacky socks.” Because “sock it” is a phrase anyone uses now.

Polar Express Day was always the last day before Christmas Break, where they wore pajamas to school, brought a stuffed animal, and watched the movie. The movie creeped me out because of the uncanny valley of it all.

Here’s a throwback to when the two on the left were in elementary school and were Polar Express Day age. I miss this age, but not the school days.

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