RMers with kids

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Of course my biggest worry is how the drop off/pick up line works.

It’s odd that this is such a common source of parenting stress

I think it’s a combo of it being impossible to understand until it’s actually experienced, and also like the one new thing that day that is on the parent and not the kid, so don’t fuck it up. Lots of misplaced anxiety.

Two different families transferred their kids to two different preschools when our preschoolcut back their extended hours, and they both said that the pickup/drop off car lines at the new schools have ruined any chance of forming an organic community with the other parents.

I get it. It’s a spacial/logistical necessity in the big city, however.

That being said, in her grade at least, you can park and come into the class 30 min before school, and also pick up involves waiting in the lobby cafe with other ‘rents, so there should be opportunities to form bonds.

[Chris_H_2]

Of course my biggest worry is how the drop off/pick up line works.

It’s odd that this is such a common source of parenting stress

I think it’s a combo of it being impossible to understand until it’s actually experienced, and also like the one new thing that day that is on the parent and not the kid, so don’t fuck it up. Lots of misplaced anxiety.

Two different families transferred their kids to two different preschools when our preschoolcut back their extended hours, and they both said that the pickup/drop off car lines at the new schools have ruined any chance of forming an organic community with the other parents.

I get it. It’s a spacial/logistical necessity in the big city, however.

That being said, in her grade at least, you can park and come into the class 30 min before school, and also pick up involves waiting in the lobby cafe with other ‘rents, so there should be opportunities to form bonds.

Where does she go to school?

[spike]

Of course my biggest worry is how the drop off/pick up line works.

It’s odd that this is such a common source of parenting stress

I think it’s a combo of it being impossible to understand until it’s actually experienced, and also like the one new thing that day that is on the parent and not the kid, so don’t fuck it up. Lots of misplaced anxiety.

Two different families transferred their kids to two different preschools when our preschoolcut back their extended hours, and they both said that the pickup/drop off car lines at the new schools have ruined any chance of forming an organic community with the other parents.

I get it. It’s a spacial/logistical necessity in the big city, however.

That being said, in her grade at least, you can park and come into the class 30 min before school, and also pick up involves waiting in the lobby cafe with other ‘rents, so there should be opportunities to form bonds.

Where does she go to school?

Way too many weirdos on here to share that info bro.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[B]

I have 3 kids in middle and high school. I've spent zero seconds pondering impact of drop off and pick up procedures on the education process.

My only critique ever was, "Jesus! Fuck this line."

[Higgs]

Of course my biggest worry is how the drop off/pick up line works.

It’s odd that this is such a common source of parenting stress

I think it’s a combo of it being impossible to understand until it’s actually experienced, and also like the one new thing that day that is on the parent and not the kid, so don’t fuck it up. Lots of misplaced anxiety.

Two different families transferred their kids to two different preschools when our preschoolcut back their extended hours, and they both said that the pickup/drop off car lines at the new schools have ruined any chance of forming an organic community with the other parents.

I get it. It’s a spacial/logistical necessity in the big city, however.

That being said, in her grade at least, you can park and come into the class 30 min before school, and also pick up involves waiting in the lobby cafe with other ‘rents, so there should be opportunities to form bonds.

Where does she go to school?

Way too many weirdos on here to share that info bro.

[Chris_H_2]

Of course my biggest worry is how the drop off/pick up line works.

It’s odd that this is such a common source of parenting stress

I think it’s a combo of it being impossible to understand until it’s actually experienced, and also like the one new thing that day that is on the parent and not the kid, so don’t fuck it up. Lots of misplaced anxiety.

Two different families transferred their kids to two different preschools when our preschoolcut back their extended hours, and they both said that the pickup/drop off car lines at the new schools have ruined any chance of forming an organic community with the other parents.

I get it. It’s a spacial/logistical necessity in the big city, however.

That being said, in her grade at least, you can park and come into the class 30 min before school, and also pick up involves waiting in the lobby cafe with other ‘rents, so there should be opportunities to form bonds.

Where does she go to school?

Way too many weirdos on here to share that info bro.

lol

[spike]

Of course my biggest worry is how the drop off/pick up line works.

It’s odd that this is such a common source of parenting stress

I think it’s a combo of it being impossible to understand until it’s actually experienced, and also like the one new thing that day that is on the parent and not the kid, so don’t fuck it up. Lots of misplaced anxiety.

Two different families transferred their kids to two different preschools when our preschoolcut back their extended hours, and they both said that the pickup/drop off car lines at the new schools have ruined any chance of forming an organic community with the other parents.

I get it. It’s a spacial/logistical necessity in the big city, however.

That being said, in her grade at least, you can park and come into the class 30 min before school, and also pick up involves waiting in the lobby cafe with other ‘rents, so there should be opportunities to form bonds.

Where does she go to school?

Way too many weirdos on here to share that info bro.

[Monkey_Driven]

I will never understand the able-bodied weirdos that sit in a car pick-up line for 30-45 minutes to get their kid from school when a park and walk up option exists. The latter takes 5-10 minutes at most.

[Higgs]

Of course my biggest worry is how the drop off/pick up line works.

It’s odd that this is such a common source of parenting stress

I think it’s a combo of it being impossible to understand until it’s actually experienced, and also like the one new thing that day that is on the parent and not the kid, so don’t fuck it up. Lots of misplaced anxiety.

Two different families transferred their kids to two different preschools when our preschoolcut back their extended hours, and they both said that the pickup/drop off car lines at the new schools have ruined any chance of forming an organic community with the other parents.

I get it. It’s a spacial/logistical necessity in the big city, however.

That being said, in her grade at least, you can park and come into the class 30 min before school, and also pick up involves waiting in the lobby cafe with other ‘rents, so there should be opportunities to form bonds.

Where does she go to school?

Way too many weirdos on here to share that info bro.

We're like the Splash Brothers but in a weird way. The Weirdo Bros.



HONK HONK!

[dad]

the first day of school is here. summer flew by.

we now have a sophomore, two 7th graders, and a 6th grader. the sophomore is as tall as me now, and still growing.

unreal.

[wease]

Damn! This is already our 3rd week.

[dad]

damn is right. that's early, wease!

[tree_]

We're waiting til our kid is 6 years old to start school. Research show it's the best age for future success.

[spike]

Sky dark as night right at first day drop off of course, but we managed not to get soaked.

[Monkey_Driven]

We're waiting til our kid is 6 years old to start school. Research show it's the best age for future success.

It really depends on the kid. When is your oldest's birthday?

[tree_]

We're waiting til our kid is 6 years old to start school. Research show it's the best age for future success.

It really depends on the kid. When is your oldest's birthday?

Jul 31st. He'll probably be oldest in his class. Our other one is Nov. 4. Haven't made a decision on him yet.

[wease]

damn is right. that's early, wease!

And we started a week later this year!

[B]

damn is right. that's early, wease!

And we started a week later this year!

We don't start for 2 more weeks.