The boys are home today. The teachers are on strike! Honestly, what are we living in Zimbabwe all over again? I do respect teachers (except for one who seems to pick on my son..yes I’m looking at you) and respect their right to strike and know that they are not paid well enough for all they have to do and I am actually very happy the boys are at home. But you know what? Is it really going to help? To stop work? Is it solving anything?
I’m all for workers’ rights and maybe when I type this sentence out then I’m not for workers’ rights at all but striking comes across to me as childish as a tantrum. I’m just going to sulk here until someone gives me what I want. See? How do you like that? Huh? I don’t know all the details. I don’t know how long they’ve been discussing, arguing, compromising or negotiating. I really don’t. Maybe that’s the problem.
In any case, I’d like to thank the teachers for going on strike today so I didn’t have to rush the boys away from me. So they can be here with me all day and I don’t have to rush my day to pick them up. Our day will be relaxed, full of fun and best of all the boys will be together.
So teachers, even if today’s strike makes the government cave in to your demands you’re more than welcome to go on strike tomorrow and the next day. This mother gives you her full support.
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Actually, scrap that – it’s 11 am and they’re fighting ALREADY!
