Hi guys! I'm going to try to make this fast, as Mr. C and I are trying to get through the Hatfield & McCoys mini-series that we DVR'd last weekend. I'm enjoying it, but I have to confess that I was hoping to gain some insight as to what the two families were really fighting about, since my whole life I've only seen them depicted as a bunch of hillbillies who get to killin' each other over durn near nuthin'. Turns out that really just about sums it up, which is a little disappointing. However, working in my mom's therapy office for a few months did teach me that anger makes people certifiable, so I guess I'm not surprised. Therapy probably would've done wonders for the two clans.
But since it's a little too late for that, I suppose I should move on to what I sat down to write about.
Tomorrow is the last day of school. All you parents and teachers reading can give yourself a pat on the back and do a happy dance. You've done it! Hooray! My own happy dance will be especially joyful, not because I am looking forward to not having to fight with the girls about their hair every morning (although I am). Nor is it because I won't have to pack lunches at 6 a.m. for a while (although I won't). It's because I will have 9 glorious weeks in which I won't have to step foot (or tire) inside the insanity that is the school parking lot.
Before I go further, I need to change topics for a sec and ask you all if you've heard of Amber Dusick and her blog, Crappy Pictures? If you haven't ever read her before, make sure you click over and check her out. Every single post is spot on hilarious. And one of the absolute best things about her blog is that often, after reading, my brain switches gears and I begin to go about my day picturing my life in terms of crappy pictures. That's where this post comes in. Every time I have to endure the parking lot at my children's school, I imagine it in crappy pictures. So, with tomorrow being the last day of school and all, I thought I'd go the "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" route and pay homage to both the Crappy Pictures Blog and my nemesis, the school parking lot.
By the way, this is a one time deal. First because it's overtly ripping off someone else's blog, but with giving them credit for the idea and all. Second because this is work, man. Props to Mrs. Dusick. She is talented.
Okay. I know you don't get much from looking at this first picture here. It's very busy. Basically, you need to know two things: first, that red line there is the long, long journey that I travel every day in my quest to get my child to Kindergarten. If you don't think it looks that bad, keep reading.
Second, that scrabbling up at the top is supposed to be my legend (it's hard to write with a mouse). It's just there for a little perspective. Every millimenter or so is equal to 50 child sized steps, but please realize that you'll need to double that if you're also towing a toddler/baby.
I'm not famous for my precise estimation skills, but I'm pretty sure the map legend is not that much of an exaggeration.
Also, please note that there's a little roundabout in front of the Kindergarten building. Against all logic, we parents are not allowed to use that for dropping off our kids. Supposedly, it's for buses only. Nevermind that this is a neighborhood school and no one gets bussed in or out. While it seems to me that the logical thing would be to drop the Kindergarten students off at the curb just mere feet from the door, we are forced to utilize what I've come to refer to as "the Devil's Lot".
The Devil's Lot takes up half a city block and is shared with the middle school next door. That means that not only are 800 elementary school parents using that lot, often times there are an additional 500 middle school parents using it as well.
Notice also that there is one way in and one way out. (Insert a sound bite of Vincent Price's mad laughter)
When you first enter the Devil's Lot, common sense would ask you to drive directly into the lot and find a space. Alas, the powers that be have made that impossible by the placement of cones (as crappily illustrated above). You are forced to drive the entire quarter of a mile around the loop, which wouldn't be so terrible if the loop didn't have these impossible speed bumps. These aren't the nice, smooth, rounded out speed bumps that you usually see. No, these are the mean kind- with angles and big nasty bolts. You almost need all-terrain wheels to get up and over them.
I have named them for entertainment purposes. Here's me looking through the windshield at the upcoming "Coffee Tosser":
And here's the second one, after I go over it. You can see it in my rear view mirror. I call it "The Boob Slammer."
Luckily, if I'm just dropping off J I usually just veer into the parking lot, since we're mandated to walk our children into the K yard.
Now though you'd think we'd be done, really the journey is just beginning. After the stress of the parking lot, finding a space, and unloading all the kids..... you hike.
All the way around the Kinder yard, up the middle, and through the front gate.
By the time we get there, a choir of angels is singing Hallelujah in my head.
We have arrived. The mom's with babies are now crawling on all fours, their babes on their backs. They are crying. The journey has taken much out of them. Though I would love to help them, to find a way to ease their burden, I must save my own strength for the journey back. Sympathetic eye contact is all I can offer. A silent exchange that communicates the fact that we are warriors, these mothers and I. We have made this journey together, and now that our children are promoting to First Grade, our burden will be eased. Yes, we may have to battle the evil speed bumps and heavy traffic at dismissal time, but no longer will we have to walk our wards miles and miles to the Garden of Kinder Learning. You are brave, young mothers, and I am nothing if not honored-
I am such a dork.
Nothing like that happens. When we finally get to the gate, J gets his hug and kiss goodbye and then Roo and I are on our way back. No big deal.
Except for last week. I have to vent about this one thing to you. There's an office lady who I've had run ins with before. Last summer when I had to register J she made me feel like a slacker because I was registering him late, and when I tried to explain that it was because their office had closed for 6 weeks, she chastised me by saying "Yes, well. This is a school. School's usually do close for the summer."
So that was the first time I wanted to sock her.
The second time was last week when I walked up to the gate with J and found her locking it. The kids were still playing on the playground, the teacher hadn't called them to line up yet, there were numerous parents inside the gate watching their children play, and even more parents still hiking their kids out of the parking lot in 110 degree heat. I said "You're locking it? Why?"
And she said "Yes. It's 11:45. I go by my watch."
To which I should have replied "Oh, well. Maybe you should try going by common sense instead."
But of course I didn't say that. I'd like to say it's because I'm too nice, but really it's because I didn't think of it until about 15 minutes later when I was back in my car fuming.
On the bright side, I now have a better understanding of the kind of stupidity that the Hatfield& McCoys were dealing with.
Happy last day of school! Have a good one!
***Disclaimer- I should make it clear that despite my hatred of the parking lot, I love my children's school. I love the teachers there, I love the principal, and I love the hard working aides who don the fluorescent vests everyday and put their lives at risk to keep the parking lot as safe as possible. I appreciate them. My despise is solely for the lot itself and all the cars inside it. And the fact that we can't use the roundabout. But whatever.
But since it's a little too late for that, I suppose I should move on to what I sat down to write about.
Tomorrow is the last day of school. All you parents and teachers reading can give yourself a pat on the back and do a happy dance. You've done it! Hooray! My own happy dance will be especially joyful, not because I am looking forward to not having to fight with the girls about their hair every morning (although I am). Nor is it because I won't have to pack lunches at 6 a.m. for a while (although I won't). It's because I will have 9 glorious weeks in which I won't have to step foot (or tire) inside the insanity that is the school parking lot.
Before I go further, I need to change topics for a sec and ask you all if you've heard of Amber Dusick and her blog, Crappy Pictures? If you haven't ever read her before, make sure you click over and check her out. Every single post is spot on hilarious. And one of the absolute best things about her blog is that often, after reading, my brain switches gears and I begin to go about my day picturing my life in terms of crappy pictures. That's where this post comes in. Every time I have to endure the parking lot at my children's school, I imagine it in crappy pictures. So, with tomorrow being the last day of school and all, I thought I'd go the "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" route and pay homage to both the Crappy Pictures Blog and my nemesis, the school parking lot.
By the way, this is a one time deal. First because it's overtly ripping off someone else's blog, but with giving them credit for the idea and all. Second because this is work, man. Props to Mrs. Dusick. She is talented.
Second, that scrabbling up at the top is supposed to be my legend (it's hard to write with a mouse). It's just there for a little perspective. Every millimenter or so is equal to 50 child sized steps, but please realize that you'll need to double that if you're also towing a toddler/baby.
I'm not famous for my precise estimation skills, but I'm pretty sure the map legend is not that much of an exaggeration.
Also, please note that there's a little roundabout in front of the Kindergarten building. Against all logic, we parents are not allowed to use that for dropping off our kids. Supposedly, it's for buses only. Nevermind that this is a neighborhood school and no one gets bussed in or out. While it seems to me that the logical thing would be to drop the Kindergarten students off at the curb just mere feet from the door, we are forced to utilize what I've come to refer to as "the Devil's Lot".
The Devil's Lot takes up half a city block and is shared with the middle school next door. That means that not only are 800 elementary school parents using that lot, often times there are an additional 500 middle school parents using it as well.
Notice also that there is one way in and one way out. (Insert a sound bite of Vincent Price's mad laughter)
When you first enter the Devil's Lot, common sense would ask you to drive directly into the lot and find a space. Alas, the powers that be have made that impossible by the placement of cones (as crappily illustrated above). You are forced to drive the entire quarter of a mile around the loop, which wouldn't be so terrible if the loop didn't have these impossible speed bumps. These aren't the nice, smooth, rounded out speed bumps that you usually see. No, these are the mean kind- with angles and big nasty bolts. You almost need all-terrain wheels to get up and over them.
I have named them for entertainment purposes. Here's me looking through the windshield at the upcoming "Coffee Tosser":
And here's the second one, after I go over it. You can see it in my rear view mirror. I call it "The Boob Slammer."
The name speaks for itself.
After your encounter with the ridiculous speed bumps, you come to my least favorite part of the whole parking lot. It's the "Intersection of Indecisiveness". Here, you either have to make the decision to move forward and try to find a spot along the curb to drop your child, or to veer left and go into the parking lot. Finding a spot at the curb is a crapshoot, and if you fail, you have to exit the parking lot and drive around the whole city block and reenter to start the whole process again. The pressure is intense. I've seen people crack. It's ugly.
Luckily, if I'm just dropping off J I usually just veer into the parking lot, since we're mandated to walk our children into the K yard.
Now though you'd think we'd be done, really the journey is just beginning. After the stress of the parking lot, finding a space, and unloading all the kids..... you hike.
You hike them across the parking lot. You hike them over the crosswalk. (Here, it'd make sense to go into the side gate to enter the Kinder Yard, but again- no. The side gate is for the morning Kinder students to exit by. Afternoon Kinders like us must enter through the front.)
I'm just glad that I don't have a baby to carry through the parking lot, as some mom's do. Afternoon drop off and pick up are during peak nap hours. Nightmare.
Anyway, we walk some more.
By the time we get there, a choir of angels is singing Hallelujah in my head.
I am such a dork.
Nothing like that happens. When we finally get to the gate, J gets his hug and kiss goodbye and then Roo and I are on our way back. No big deal.
Except for last week. I have to vent about this one thing to you. There's an office lady who I've had run ins with before. Last summer when I had to register J she made me feel like a slacker because I was registering him late, and when I tried to explain that it was because their office had closed for 6 weeks, she chastised me by saying "Yes, well. This is a school. School's usually do close for the summer."
So that was the first time I wanted to sock her.
The second time was last week when I walked up to the gate with J and found her locking it. The kids were still playing on the playground, the teacher hadn't called them to line up yet, there were numerous parents inside the gate watching their children play, and even more parents still hiking their kids out of the parking lot in 110 degree heat. I said "You're locking it? Why?"
And she said "Yes. It's 11:45. I go by my watch."
To which I should have replied "Oh, well. Maybe you should try going by common sense instead."
But of course I didn't say that. I'd like to say it's because I'm too nice, but really it's because I didn't think of it until about 15 minutes later when I was back in my car fuming.
On the bright side, I now have a better understanding of the kind of stupidity that the Hatfield& McCoys were dealing with.
Happy last day of school! Have a good one!
***Disclaimer- I should make it clear that despite my hatred of the parking lot, I love my children's school. I love the teachers there, I love the principal, and I love the hard working aides who don the fluorescent vests everyday and put their lives at risk to keep the parking lot as safe as possible. I appreciate them. My despise is solely for the lot itself and all the cars inside it. And the fact that we can't use the roundabout. But whatever.
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