Apology
Dear Kids,
I want to apologize for today. I know that you were not happy to go to camp this morning. Something about my “stealing your last day of freedom” was how Poppyseed put it…
With Daddy only home a few times each month, the nanny giving notice, my work, AND that it is moving towards the end of the month of Elul, you guys had to go somewhere. I know you were disappointed though for the life of me, I can’t figure out what you thought you were going to do at home all day.
Having two working parents means that we rely on a support system of family, friends, and others to help care for you. Sometimes it also means that your plans (or desired plans) must be altered in order to accommodate our hectic life. Daddy and I know how disappointing this can be and we appreciate how hard (two of) you try to go with the flow.
Tomorrow is the start of the new academic year. The expectations rise with every passing year. We are really excited for all of the new skills and information that await you. As for your freedom, won’t you be looking forward to Shabbat now!?!
Love,
Your Mother
P.S. I’m also sorry that you ended up having “the best day ever” (Poppyseed) and “really a great day” (Beernut). Because it really weakens your argument in the future.
Sometimes I wonder how my mother felt when she was raising my brother and I… Of course, as soon as I ask I wish I never wondered. She can have a sharp sense of humor.
I came up with a great rule for myself about eight years ago: NEVER ask a question you only want one answer to.
Hard to believe the summer’s ending and all the kids are heading back to school already. I swear, summer gets shorter every year… (gosh, I’m sounding like such an old fogey, 41 and it’s all downhill folks)
I’m glad your kids enjoyed their last day of vacation despite themselves ;). Here’s to the brand new school year and much joy and love of learning for all.
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Amen v’amen.
My kids are the same way – they don’t want to go and then they just happen to have a great time. This does help to assuage the working parent guilt – I know they’re happy. They just like to make us squirm….how DO they know exactly which buttons to push?! 🙂
I asked the three year old. He told me they chat about it at the lunch table.
What a mazik, that one.