Friday, February 22, 2013
Exit, stage left
We attended our very last parent/teacher conference EVER yesterday. Joe and I high-fived afterward, marking all those years of teamwork and parenting together. I'm not sure, but I think there was maybe only one conference that Joe and I didn't attend together--and that was because he was traveling for work. Other than that, we've had....oh.....17 years of attending bi-annual conferences in the name of our family. I could not begin counting how many teachers we have talked to in those years--I'm guessing it's around a cabillion or so.
Happenings and events are slowly wrapping up for us, and none to soon. We have had a taste of freedom and it is sweet. While I will miss these school days, I'm tired and I'm sort of ready for the work to end.
One of the teachers asked me yesterday if we were coming back to visit. "No" was the answer, said quickly and loudly, to his dismay. But I did promise to say hello if I should run into him at the grocery store. It's not about being rude, but more about moving on to our next adventure--whatever that may be. If I don't have a kid at the school, you aren't gonna find me hanging out there--that is just sorta sad and pathetic. There are some folks who do that--I don't want to be one of them.
I'm not sad about saying goodbye anymore--I'm ready to see what's next on the agenda.
Happy Friday, pallies!