If you have seen the movie "Billy Madison" with Adam Sandler, please reminisce and sing along. "Back to school, back to school." Yes, I am going back to school. No, I'm not going back to college or some kind of trade, I'm going to Greenspun Junior High. I told my kids that if I did not see improvements in their grades and study habits, I would be happy to accompany them to the classes they are struggling in to see if together we could come up with some strategies that would help them to improve. Well, they didn't do their part so I'm doing mine. Follow through is a must as a parent (something I struggle with), but not this time. If there was ever a time for me to rise to the occasion, this is it. I'm sure my children could not be happier that I picked this moment to "follow through".
Even my sister doubted me. She said she would call me tomorrow and I reminded her that I would be busy from 8am till 2pm. "Why?" she asked. "Well, I'm going to school with Paxton and Gabby", I replied. "You were serious?", she said cautiously. "As a heart attack!"
Their schedules could not have been more perfect. First period with Paxton in Advanced Math, second period with Gabby in Math, third period with Gabby in Science, fourth period with Paxton in US History, fifth period with Paxton in Science and sixth period with Paxton in Advanced English. I get to skip Gabby's English class because I've already had a discussion with her teacher. It's all good. They each have a choir class I can skip and Paxton has a Peer Advocate class I can skip.
I told their friends to spread the word that Paxton and Gabby's mom would be in school on December 9th. They have already complained that "people" can't wait to meet their mom. They doth protest. Well, I can't have that. I explained that if they doth protest too much I would be happy to bring a tuna fish sandwich for lunch. This way everyone, friend or foe, would know exactly where they and their mother sat in the cafeteria.
Gabby is nervous about what I'll be wearing. No sweatsuits! At least I know what to threaten her with next time. Paxton told me that a certain teacher thinks I'm a "dork" for coming to class, as if I would believe a professional would resort to name calling. I'm sure he pinned his thoughts on his least favorite teacher.
So tomorrow, while you mothers are enjoying the "me time" you have while your kids are at school, I'll be with my kids and probably yours too.
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