damn. Today is Kyle’s last day of 8th grade. His last day of middle school. He is now in high school. I have a son who is 6 ft tall and in high school. Let’s not think too long about that. In fact, I’m trying really hard not to think about any of this school business because honestly it is making me sick to my stomach.
I just got home from dropping Erin off at preschool. Our street is filling up with cars and I suddenly realize all these cars are full of parents heading to his middle school behind our house, and they are going there to watch their 8th graders walk in their promotion ceremony. Or something like that. I don’t know any details about today because Kyle was not able to participate in any of the promotion activities because of his bad grades. Who doesn’t like a nice in. your. face. reminder of all the troubles they’re having parked in front of their house?!
So, while I should be across the street with the other parents being all proud and celebrating this milestone with my son, Kyle is spending the day in PE and I’m sitting here stressed out about the whole high school interdistrict transfer process we are going through for a kid who couldn’t bother applying himself enough to get passing grades. Add to that the attitude he as been giving me the last couple days and I am not a happy camper.
Add to all of that a blog migration that I can not get to import correctly and I really picked a bad day to stop sniffing glue.