Just when I thought my mother-of-the-year attitude couldn't get any worse, I've realized that I'm in an end-of-the-school-year slump. More than ever, I can't deal with anything because my patience for disruptions to the school schedule, homework, class projects, field trips, activities, graduation ceremonies and the like has officially run out. My four-year-old gets her "diploma" in a few short days, but it's not summertime. You can't just send them outside in their swimsuits with the garden hose (what I remember from my childhood summers) in May with weather in the 50s.
Here's how you know that you're a bad end-of-the-school-year mom:
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