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Baby goes to School

It's School Time. It started with...

"Hah! My granddaughter is so smart- she should go straight to Kindergarten- why are you putting her in Playgroup and Nursery and God-knows-what-else!"
Ya Sure Mom, May be I'll just ask the school if she can directly go to say Std 1?

And then came activist friends "What are your views about home schooling- Children will remain un-corrupted by the System."
Sure- Home schooling is fine with me- If it's YOUR home she can school in.

And then that  Aunty "So are you going to send her on the school bus-It'll be convenient. But did you hear about that recent incident in XYZ Nagar about that ....God....I don't know what kind of animals become school bus drivers. Nowadays you can't trust anyone. I heard from someone else that some...."
OK No school bus then!

And Daddy J "My poor baby is going to school- how can she stay for 3 hours? It's not fair to such a small baby. She'll cry no? I'll do one thing- I'll take off from work for a week and then work from home for another week just in case."
Uhm...Ok... But it's not the Army you know!

And I had my own plans:
1. So she's off at 8...I could go to the Gym
2. I could read more
3. I could dance some more
4.I could write some more
5. I can actually finish those 3 publications from last year
6. I can go shopping on my own
7. I could study maybe...
8. Ok..this is mean...I shouldn't make all these plans when my baby might be tired and sleepy and hungry in school...
9. What the hell...3 hours IS a lot of time for MEEE :D ... I can clean that bookshelf
10. Ok don't be so mean...

And then a fellow mother-of-toddler"Hey let's go for a nice fancy brunch before these kids get back from school"
So I wasn't the only one making plans.phew!

11. I could start those morning batches people have been asking for..
12. Hmm... What else....

It's been 5 days...and the only thing I seem to be doing with my 3 HOURS is waste it on Facebook and Youtube!



Comments

  1. TrioJune 10, 2014 at 9:48 PM

    Hahaha..... I wonder when will I have this privilege! ! (Does that make me super mean!:))

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