Even though I gave them strawberry jam, my kids teachers are conspiring together to kill me in the last two weeks of school.
Six field trips in six days and I’m only missing the one to the animal farm. If you thought my strawberry picking rash was bad, you should see what happens when I get around animals during allergy season. In order spare the second grade class the drama of my needing oxygen, I’m passing on the animal farm. My daughter is not happy.
Monday I was sixteen stories under the earth in a ginormous cave and today we walked to a baseball game. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? The only problem was the rain.
Now let me explain…this was a ‘walking’ field trip. I live right near the baseball field, but I walked to the school in the rain, so I could bring up the rear of the line of fourth graders walking to the field. Then we sat in the rain until they delayed the action and covered the field. Thankfully I live in a small enough town to ensure people remain generally kind to wet children, so the bowling alley graciously opened their doors and let us in. It took over an hour for the game officials to decide to cancel the game. I could have made that decision in twenty seconds!
I could see my house from the bowling alley, but I walked the kids back to school in the rain and then back home in the rain.
Tomorrow is another ‘walking’ trip and guess what’s in the forecast?
Now don’t mistake my complaining about rain for a desire to ride in the school bus, because that’s about as much fun as having my wisdom teeth plucked from my jaw. Do you know what happens on bus rides? Children get motion sickness.
Yes, they do.
I’ll take walking in the rain any day of the week to riding in the school bus. I only wish our entire walk wasn’t straight up hill tomorrow.
All I can think is that with all this walking, I should be skinny. Life is very unfair sometimes.