(to the tune of “Angels We Have Heard on High”)
Teacher thinks that I will cry
When it’s time to say goodbye,
Quit the scene and “separate,”
Leave my kid, walk out the gate.
Nooooooooo way! I am so excited.
Oooooooh yay! Stupidly excited.
Parent, why this jubilee?
Why these sighs of sweet relief?
‘Cause I’ll now have three hours off
Not just once but twice a week!
Ooooooooh, dude. You have no idea.
It’s truuuuuuuuue: it’s been nearly three years.
Yes! I love my little one;
Also love getting things done:
Vacuuming an empty home,
Hitting TJ’s all alone!
Whooooooooooo! I am going to get those
Choooooooooooooores done without any kids in tow.
What shall I do first next week?
Balance checkbooks? Clean the sinks?
Tile the half bath? T’would be neat;
So would soaking both my feet.
Hooooooooooow fine! I am sort of reeling.
Dooooooooooown time! What a novel feeling!