A poem for us parents of the HS class of 22!
T’was a month before ED
And all through our house
I’m sick of hearing of applications!
I know - I’m a louse!
My kiddo is grouchy
My spouse has checked out
I can’t get an answer
Without giving a shout.
If this were a marathon
I’d be “hitting the wall”
It’s not even October yet and
I am so “done” with it all!
Come ED
Come EA
Come RD
Send prayers!
By April I know
I’ll have 1,000 gray hairs!