When report cards come out and days absent or late are tabulated, my boys are never going to have zeros listed there. They’ll never have perfect attendance. While I do think it’s important for them to be in school as much as possible and not miss out on their lessons, sometimes, they are going to miss school… or at least be late. Here’s why:
Doctor appointments are so much easier without all kids in tow. I’d much rather schedule a check up for one of my boys during school hours so that I don’t have to bring all three kids with me or try to find a babysitter. Even though this is an excused absence, it’s still an absence.
Our family lives far away. And while we try to make our visits during breaks or the summer, if we have to miss a day or two of school for a visit every once in a while, we’ll do it. Also, our family lives in the land of snow. Sometimes it’s better to have the kids go back to school late from a break rather than try to drive in a blizzard.
If they don’t feel well, they can stay home and rest. So far, none of my boys has learned to abuse this one- we’ll see how that goes as they get older. But for now- if they are telling me they aren’t feeling well and there’s a chance they might puke all over their classroom or spread their germs to their classmates, I’d rather err on the side of caution and have them stay home.
Sometimes, we all need a day off. It might not be an actual sickness, but just like I can have a day where I’m feeling run down and need to rest, my kids can have that same feeling.
Special events mean no school that day(or at least an early check out). One of my oldest’s favorite kindergarten memories is when I checked him out early so we could get to a showing of Harry Potter. Vacations count in here, too. I’m hoping to take the boys to Disney sometime in the next year or so and it probably won’t be over a break.
The number one reason my boys will never have perfect attendance: being late means no perfect attendance. While I try my best to get them to school on time, there are mornings when we are simply running late. When I can make the choice between screaming like a banshee and stressing to rush them out the door or I can take a deep breath and realize that I’d rather chill out and have them be a little late. Especially on the first day back after “Spring Forward”(damn you, DST) or after an especially long day. Or when it’s pouring buckets of rain. Or when I have the worst cramps in the world(gotta love that my periods are getting worse as I’m getting older) and can barely move out of bed.