If it's September...

I must be waiting for a kid. Or going to a meeting for a kid. Or driving a kid.

Last night was Geoffrey's Scout night -- his Dad's in DC, so I drove him. To Apex, mind you.

Tonight was the Gifted meeting at Peter and Geoff's school. Again, being the only parent (or quasi-parent, as the case may be) in the general area, I went.

Tonight was also Peter's Scout night. So, yeah, left work, drove to gifted meeting, met, drove home, cooked, ate, Peter changed, drove to his Scout meeting, and now I'm (yay) sitting in a coffee shop, blogging, Facebooking, emailing...Oh, and drinking cappucino.

Yeah, baby.

And, a note on this "Gifted" meeting -- this school has a reasonably good, as school's go, website, including a map of the school. They have a front desk that is pretty much always manned. Our kids all go there. The PTA sends out reminders of meetings, AND the meetings are posted on the aforementioned website.

Yet a surprising number of parents were late, couldn't find the media center, didn't find out till late, yada yada yada yada.

Oh, and after being explicitly told (twice) "I'd rather have questions in email so that I can take the time to answer it well, but if there's something critical I can stick around briefly afterwards", we interrupted at least a half dozen times. And another half dozen or more folks (out of maybe 25) stuck around afterwards for "critical" questions.

So, what exactly does that say about those of use who are "gifted" parents? Um, we don't read email, can't retain information, don't know how to do on-line research, and refuse to listen to the rules of the classroom.

Hmmmm.

Ok, so perhaps I'm a bit cynical tonight!