I love TRACK

... no, not ones you run on.

Track as in year round school.

I love school.

Like today I REALLY love school.

The boys have just been on one all day long. This afternoon I have been really good at trying to stay calm. Trying my best not to blow it. Alas, it happened. The top came right off.

I screamed .. and screamed. The kind where you pick up crap as you go .. forcefully putting it away as you continue to scream. I hate losing control of the situation. It means they win. I HATE LOSING!! They got to me. They did it. I think they secretly loove it when crazy b-otch comes out. Entertainment maybe? If they didn't like it .. they wouldn't push me to it .. when they CLEARLY see it coming.

I think the neighbors can hear me. I mean, the windows are open now that it's warmer out. I wonder what they think of me? During my rage I could really give a flip what anyone thinks of me. It's only afterwards when the rational me comes back that I wonder about things like that.

So .. as I was saying. I love track. It means that while most other kids are out for the summer, I still get to wave mine off to school every morning.

Isn't that horrible? Why can't I be one of those mom's who just looooves to have their kids around? Looooves to bake cookies and sing songs and play games all day with their wonderful children. So sad to send their kids off to school, counting the hours down in the day to when they are back in their arms again... Not me. I must be a bad mom. Maybe. Maybe not. Sure I count the hours down but not because I can't wait for them to come home.

I do love my boys. Really.

I just wish there was weekend school too.