September 26, 2013

The real test

Remember when they were babies? We all worried about whether we should sleep train, fretted about the safety of sleeping with babies in our beds, and spent a lot of time Googling things like “importance of wearing your baby.” We debated types of diapers and pretended not to join in the debate over breast v. bottle while either smugly flaunting our nursing or defensively declaring the adequacy of our formula. Hell, we even attached some significance to whether we got painkillers during childbirth or managed to push the baby out our v@ginas rather than getting a c-section.

During those early days, everything we did seemed to have so much importance, to mark us as good or bad parents for eternity. What we didn’t realize then was that, five or six years down the road, none of it would matter. It would be sound and fury signifying nothing.

Because all that would count would be surviving September.

Fucking September. When the weather turn lovely and the leaves start to change color and the school forms flow freely. When the lazy days of August spiral into the frantic pace of back-to-school nights, oh-my-god-it’s-49-degrees-in-the-morning-and-the-kids-are-still-wearing-their-summer-sandals-to-school, and (if your school still has such niceties) renting a violin for the fourth-grade symphony. When the PTO emails you daily. When you’re trying to put away the summer clothes and go through the fall hand-me-downs, and you suddenly realize there’s not a sharpened pencil in the house for your kid to do his homework. Or a pencil sharpener. So he’s doing his homework with a Sharpie.

For those of us of the synagogue persuasion, there’s also the High Holy Days. And, in my house, three birthdays.

Take heart, my friends. September is almost over. We’re nearing the finish line. It’s almost October.

You might want to get on those Halloween costumes.

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5 Comments

  • Reply Sarah Piazza September 26, 2013 at 11:28 am

    What shocks me (anew each September, because somehow I forget) is the amount of money I spend. Yearbook orders, PTO donations, activity fees, clothes, school supplies, snacks for this team or that… And I wonder why we’re out of money by mid-September!

  • Reply sara September 26, 2013 at 11:54 am

    Yes.
    To all of that.
    We only have on birthday in September and no High Holy Days, but still….
    Two parents who work outside the home year-round but in educational settings so things totally crank up work-wise, as well as all the sudden “get to’s” and “have to’s” for the three boys, the frantic, increased pace of life.

    I have often said it would be kinder to just start school in September and then begin all the extracurricular come October but so far I haven’t been able to convince the violin teachers, capoeira masters, and soccer coaches of this….

  • Reply Poker chick September 26, 2013 at 12:54 pm

    So , so agree. September is a bitch to get through every year. Almost done!

  • Reply Heather September 29, 2013 at 11:21 am

    September is awful. Agreed. But does it really slow down in October? Fall sports still in season but winter sport tryouts begin, along with the agony of not making the right team. Long-term projects teaching the kids time management come due and time management skills are still not perfected.
    Also, flip flops are perfect year round. Just wear the winter boots to school and change into the flip flops once there! I’m sure the teachers love me.
    And I’m still giddy to have you here.

  • Reply Eli October 15, 2013 at 2:38 am

    You forget that it will then be Thanksgivingkuh!
    Here in VA it is October we fear as we move a bit slower and things don’t ramp up until this month.

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