Tag: afterschool
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The Saga Continues….
My daughter has a friend…who is a boy. They have regular play dates each week. This makes me happy and fucking scared at the same time. If this continues through high school and college, I may have already met my future son-in-law. But hey, there could be worse prospects for this position.
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The End Of The Apocalypse!!!
Hark! The After School Program Apocalypse is finally over!!! No more asking friends to watch my kids after school or, my boss’s favorite part, no more having them come to work with me!!! A truly joyous day! To celebrate I wrote a bus note, naturally. “Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of…
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Cheese Mustache and the World of Make Believe
A note from last week. “Being a girl is difficult. Being a girl in a boy dominated grade school is down right maddening at times. Despite being part of the minority, Pheobe continues to push forward in her world of unicorns and rainbows. Today she will subject “Cheese Mustache” and her brother to this glittery…
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Armed Apocalypse Patrols
“As the days wear on, the troops grow more and more restless. Rumors from outside the school walls spark hope of the afterschool program re-starting next week. This small spark of hope is, at least, something to hold on to. Until we get certified proof that the program will resume, Theo will continue armed apocalypse…
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The Apocalypse and Necessity
“Day 2 of the after school apocalypse and the tribe is holding strong with multiple offers for child watching, the youngest members of the tribe have decided to go with necessity…the friend with the golf cart and pool. It’s all about priorities during these trying times. Therefore Theo will be taking the bus home with…
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Untimely Demise
I’ve become well know at my children’s school because of the bus notes I send with them from time time. Here is today’s: “Due to the untimely demised of the after school program, and my inability to obtain alternate childcare, I have absolutely no idea what to do with my children after school. Therefore Pheobe…