There is a commonly expressed sense of relief when kids go back to school after the holidays. I am the opposite. I greet my DSs holidays with the most profound relief!
I hate school! I hate the pressure of the school run, the timings and the gauntlet of other mums in the playground. I hate the feeling of sadness I get every time I go there. I hate bullying my primary age kids every night to do homework when they've spent all day doing school work. I hate the fact that my dyslexic 9yo will be judged as under achieving if he doesn't know all his tables off by heart by the end of the year, and that he gets marked down for using his imagination in his science report. I hate the ugly school uniform and the dozens of emails, forms and letters every week. I hate the fact that their playground has no trees in it, and the crap pictures in bloody biff, chip and kipper.
My kids are ok. They don't exactly like school but aren't exactly miserable there either and seem happy socially. I am careful not to communicate my dislike of school to them. It's more about me!
Does this resonate with anyone?