In all my years of being the mother of an elementary school student, I have been fortunate enough to miss the insanity that is the after-school pick-up. Do you know about this? It’s bedlam.
Here school finishes at 3:40PM on Mondays through Thursdays and 12:20PM on Fridays.
The school is 3KM from our house but along busy roads so not conducive to walking. There is a bus route; however, I thought that I would let the weather to warm up before we experience the “I missed the bus” routine.
Through trial and error, I’ve discovered that to park even remotely close to the school, I have to leave home at 3:00PM. THREE O’CLOCK. FIFTEEN HUNDRED HOURS. This is pure madness. All children, mine especially, function at the speed of snail. I can be parked and sit in that car for 50 minutes waiting for the bell to ring and the stragglers to straggle forth.
Also, in order not to die of frostbite, the car needs to be kept running. Can you imagine living on that block? Every day for an hour you are held hostage in your house with your driveway blocked by crazy parents.
Here’s one of the homeowners letting us know what she thinks about the situation:
Today I thought, I shall intentionally arrive late and beat the rush. Dumb, dumb, dumb. It took me 10 minutes to turn onto the school’s street. It was pure zombie apocalypse. Cars abandoned with the engines running, parents standing in the middle of the street attempting to stop traffic and kids crossing everywhere.
I’ve been warned that moving this far north could lead me to start abusing alcohol. I would like to suggest that if I ever find myself in need of a secondary liver it will be as a direct result of the after-school pick-up.
I best call the school bus company first thing in the morning.