It's back-to-school time around our parts... and not only for the kids, but for the parents as well.
Last night, Doc H and I went to the our youngest kids' back to school night at their high school. Our youngest daughter is now a senior and our youngest (the one and only boy) is a freshman.
The school structured the night like an old-fashioned (not their regular block schedule) school day. Parents were instructed to follow their kid's 7 period schedule for 10 minute periods to meet each and every one of their teachers. When the bell rings, parents have 5 minutes to get to the next class before the bell rings again. I attended my daughter's senior classes, while Doc H attended my step-son's freshman classes.
It kind of felt like high school when we ran into one another in the crowded hall. We shared a big smile while we reached out to touch each other as we whizzed by each other. I felt a pang of nostalgic high school puppy love race through me. High school was great, wasn't it?
And then it REALLY felt like high school when I realized his ex-wife was trailing right behind him, following him... trying to catch up with him.
Screw high school.
