The littles were so excited to return to school. They couldn't wait to see their friends and make new ones. The little woman had told her new teacher how hard she was going to try and be good in class. They got new backpacks, lunchboxes, clothes and haircuts.
And then the teachers went on strike. And they are still on strike. Starting what would be our third week at school as more time at home and daycare. They have already said no school tomorrow. That will be day nine that we have to make up, most likely at the end of the year.
And the littles no longer ask when are they going to school. The thrill is gone. It got postponed too many times. And there isn't much I can tell them about why. It's always all about money. I don't want to flavor my kids relationships with their new teachers with my personal opinion of this strike. So mostly we don't talk about it. At six and eight years-old they are not going to understand. All they know is they are not in school and they aren't excited anymore.
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