Ok, I said it.

If not your soul, at the very least your sanity. And definitely your joy.

I mean come onIf ever there were a couple days where I could use to have my child mercifully tucked away at school, giving me a few hours to annihilate as many errands as possible, it is now. But, instead, where am I? Participating in all forms of merriment: school trips to the children’s museum, school trips to the local farm, school trips to the nature preserve. School trips, school trips, school trips, blah, blah, blah.

Because, in all honesty, when someone says school trip, do you know what I hear? Paying tuition to pretend to like the smell of manure. 

And yes, I’m aware that every other mother enjoys the educational experience of a school trip and is filled with horror. And, yes, I’m also aware that I’ve been permanently banned from any potential position in the PTA. Darn.