The boys have been at school
since August 15th.
Yippee -kai-aaaa! Not really
The mornings are rough,
“Get up, get up, get up
You’re going to miss class
where is your laptop? Have
you charged the computer?
Don’t you have an alarm clock?
Do you know how to set it?
Why not? I am not your alarm clock.”
Why does the state punish the parents for truancy?
Do they think children really care if their parents go to jail?
Online school is no picnic.
My Child’s first class every day
is gym. Wait no, a gymnasium is a room
Physical education is the class.
He has to do exercises in front of his computer
REALLY. I have to get his meds in his system at least
thirty minutes prior to class if I want him to participate
in the online version of jazzercise meets pilates
every week day. Then every hour thereafter
he must log into class
Until, I have run myself ragged
wondering how much easier
public school would have been.
Remember I have two boys at home so
take the above text and multiply it by two, then
add my favorite Girlie to the picture and
you have a fun filled day with growling, chaos,
laughter, sneezing and one water hose a plenty
Have I mentioned my garden recently?
I suppose not. It is a pumpkin patch
I did not plant a pumpkin patch,
twenty to thirty feet of
runners and flowers
that are just for show,
I have but two maturing pumpkins
yet there it is covered
in powdery mildew
with a spray of amaranth,
morning glories, tomatoes and sage,
lots and lots of sage.
Oh, that I were that wise