1:15 am.

I cant sleep.

I don’t try.

One moment, I’m signing school papers, adopting lunch menus and dealing with little people preferences. Then, it just stops for a few days. Then, it starts again.

There are schedules to deal with. Calendars with dry erase arrows.

Sometimes, I change the marker color to make a point. Red means shitty.

There are agendas with notes from teachers.

　

In red marker I read, "Jack, walked backwards in the hallway."

No sticker for him.

Stickers are hard pressed these days...

Without being all ‘Murican, I hate this daily judgement with stickers and kids. It’s stupid. People think bullies are a problem? Parents freaking out about Jr. getting their daily sticker is a problem. Did he rock his math? Did he get everything completed on time with his name on it? He probably said "please" and "thank you" too.

The last thing a kid needs is their parents needing the sticker for their own reasons. Their affirmation. It’s all new to me. I was non existent in school. Not that I didnt go to school everyday. I guess, I didnt walk backwards much.

Like all crap, ,I contact my parents for advice. It’s daunting, annoying and I usually want a sticker afterwards

I takes me a few moments to recycle it all...

"My teacher used to pull my ear". "It wasn’t an issue after that."

Now, my Dad isn’t the same guy that I remember. He got old. Had grandchildren and likes to tell stories. He does shit I never saw as a kid. I dont get jealous.....I get amazed.

Times are a changing.....