The Night Before School: A Back to School Poem



It’s the night before school

The kids are in denial.

This summer has been endless

I might not make the last mile.


On the one hand my kids

Make me lose my mind.

On the flip side I’m dreading

The back to school grind.


School lunches and homework

And PTO asks,

Projects and dioramas

And last minute tasks.


Our lazy mornings

Have been easy and chill.

Our all-day pajamas

Have been better than the drill…


Of brushing teeth

And getting dressed

And eating breakfast

Before we’re pressed…


For time to tie laces

And pack up by eight,

With me pointing my finger yelling,

“We’re going to be late!”


But the time has come

For structure and rules,

For taking baths

And wearing shoes.


I’m desperate to pee and

Grocery shop alone,

And to be interruption-free

When I’m on the telephone.


The time has come,

So let’s get real.

Once I drop them off

I just might squeal…


With joy that they’re gone

All day until three.

There will finally be time

For me, me, me, ME!


I know it’s hard,

I can tell they’re sad

But the thing is,

I think they’ve forgotten how to add…


And subtract and spell

And there’s this thing called reading.

When I ask them to do it

They act like they’re feeling…


Tired or sick

Or caught in a fish hook.

They’ll do absolutely anything

To avoid touching a book.


They have to go to school

To reboot all they’ve lost,

And they need a break from Minecraft

At any cost!


All good things

Must come to a close.

Tomorrow morning

We’ll be in the throws…


Of schedules and practices

And forms to fill out,

Of runny noses

And God forbid a bout…


Of the stomach bug

Or the dreaded head lice.

Whatever the season brings

It’s time to roll the dice.


Their hair has been cut,

New sneakers have been bought.

The backpacks are ready

Whether they care or not.


I’ll cherish the summer

(Except for YouTube and “I’m bored!”)

But tomorrow morning

I’m cutting the cord!


Let common core math

And book reports commence.

There’s no turning back

And there’s no good defense.


We must embrace the chaos

And the testing, oh dear!

It’s time once again, Mamas

For another crazy school year!


Good luck to all, and to all a good night!


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