A Letter to the Teachers
You can smell your freedom and I’m in a total panic.
Not even two whole days left and I ponder my life.
I mean, why did I have children in the first place?
Will you be okay if I send in a crumpled $20 bill?
I mean, I know it’s tacky as Hell, but I’m just not creative.
You know that I think you’re worth at least a mortgage payment, don’t you?
I don’t how you do it and go ahead and laugh at me, but I used to be one of those who wistfully longed for a “teacher schedule.”
Hahahahaha, I know now.
I watch y’all haulin’ ass into school most mornings, leaving just as I am packing lunches.
You stay late too and it gets dark so early right now that I bet you feel like some sort of crazed vampire.
I am in awe.
Because I adore you, I will not complain about my kids getting out of school.
Nope, I will only say thank you.
A million times over, thank you, thank you for loving and hugging and being the friendly smile that greets my little people each morning.
Two days. You’re my heroes.