Alice Cooper said it all with her classic, “School’s out for summer. School’s out forever. School’s been blown to pieces.” I used to LOVE that song and feel such euphoria when listening — or yelling to it. Now that I’m part of the “establishment” (i.e. a mommy who takes her kid to school), I don’t like it so much anymore. Now it scares me. I can’t deal with school being out for summer, so please don’t even say it’s “out forever” or I’ll break into a full-fledged panic attack! As for the school being blown to bits, let’s just pull a Scarlett O’Hara and think about that one tomorrow — or the next day! What’s the hurry really? Who need to think of a sweet nurturing preschool being blown to bits? It reminds me of that absolutely horrendous school siege in Beslan, Russia almost five years ago. More than enough said.
We just had the end of year school art show and concert, so time is running out. I’ve got until next Thursday, so just three more days of preschool left…. However, I realize that once again this is much freak out about nothing. Rather than having the whole summer looming ahead of us with nothing to do, Sam is pretty booked little dude– for a while at least. He has THREE week-long camps in June. Yes, three! Most of them go for five days, too, so I will actually have more free time than I’ve had since he was born. Yowza! I’m trying to make lists now of thing I want to do so I don’t squander the time away. I’m afraid of freezing up deer-in-the-headlights-style and not knowing what to do with myself. So that spa gift certificate I’ve had forever — I’m a usin’ it! I guess this means I also have to confront the chaos known as the garage, attic, the hopelessly out-of-date photo album, as well as unorganized piles of papers stacked all over my office. Gulp. I think I can, I think I can.
However, the plot thickens considerably in July and August when I have a whole lot of absolutely nothing planned, not a thing. Oh my. That could be an awfully long stretch of eight weeks right there. I just need to remind myself that just as Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman always had Paris in “Casablanca,” I’ll always have June…
LibbY
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did you call Alice Cooper a “her”?
just checking.
Um, you are right! I knew Alice was a guy but wasn’t thinking — obviously. Good catch. I have lost any potential right to rock & roll credentials.