I have been sort of silently and sort of not silently complaining about something all year (school year, not just the last thirty-two days). I have been complaining about our new afternoon schedule and how it requires getting in the car right in the middle of someone’s nap time, no matter what.
I have been complaining about the lack of uniformity between the elementary school pick up times, and the pre-school pick up times, and the thought that next year I’ll be making the drive to drop off or pick up kids at school not twice a day, but three times, and some days with only a two hour gap in between. (What with the time it takes from our house to the car line, and then to get through the carline, it almost isn’t worth it to go home. But what exactly does one do for an hour and forty-five minutes on the corner of Peace Haven and Country Club, with a four year old and a one-year old who should be napping?)
The UnderToad 