I am so glad Valentine’s Day is over. Hubby and I took the pressure off one another long ago to not feel compelled to partake in this manufactured consumer holiday. We will eat chocolate any damn day we please, thank you very much. But sadly, it’s the children of the world that suffer on this day.
In addition to nightly homework, and extra assignments added on, the boy and his classmates had to make a valentine mailbox, decorate it, AND prepare 23 valentine cards for their classmates (parents NOT allowed to write the names, per instructions). They’re in kindergarten people, KINDERGARTEN!! And we all know what this means, don’t we??? Extra excruciating homework hours for mom!
A mere four days later, and the mailbox and 24 valentines were complete. Almost. There was still the matter of his special ed teacher not having one, but he had already decided that he was done, and there would be no more valentine-making activities. Sorry Sped teacher, better luck next year.
Here’s the kicker on this whole thing: more than half the valentines that little man brought home were filled out by *gasp* the parents. Yeah, that’s right, those bastards cheated. They totally gave Ms. Wong the middle finger, and just did it themselves.
I am SO with them next year.