The pencil case is stocked, the lunches are made, the backpack is...packed.
Bring on grade three.
Holy shit you guys. My kid is in grade three.
I hereby announce the starting of my new club "moms of kids in grade three who haven't figured out life yet". All are welcome - as long as you don't have your shit together! If your fingernails are painted and not chipped and don't have sparkles, don't even think about joining!
I have been starting many clubs lately, it just passes the time. Let's see, there is Mean Girls Club - oops the first rule of Mean Girls Club is to not talk about Mean Girls Club and here I blabbed it out to all *checks feed count* 68 of you.
If you are not into my Mean Girls Club or Moms Club...you could always join the "I Hate the Creepy Weirdo in 608 Club" because that's always good for a laugh. Like today - he didn't acknowledge that I said hi. Always a blast to talk about his creepiness.
I don't know where this is going - I guess I'm just sort of freaking out here. I mean grade two was a breeze, but grade three - that is where they start doing the work beyond the ability of my old people brain.
And like, what if he gets a teacher who is a total bitch and I have to complain about her in Mean Girls Club. That could get silly awkward!
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