I can’t say it enough. I hate Earth Day. I am sick to death of Earth Day.

My oldest daughter has been brainwashed by school to believe that Earth Day ranks right up there with Christmas and Halloween. The school, which can’t celebrate Christmas, Easter, Halloween, or “normal” holidays, has spent two weeks preparing the kids for the joys of Earth Day.

My two youngest, Kindergarteners, come home with homework instructing my little angels to convince Mom and Dad to use cloth bags at the grocery instead of the evil plastic (OK, evil is my work, but you get the drift). You’d think that I was chainsmoking in a closet with my children or something, using plastic is so bad…

So it’s been two weeks of Earth Day warm up. And the other Co-leader of my Girl Scout troop seems to think that buying Global warming Fun Patches is a great idea to tie in. And yes, the fun patches have a cute picture of a Polar Bear clutching a Stop Global Warming sign…

Do I have to say that I politely told her that the fun patch wasn’t necessary?

Now don’t start accusing me of hating the Earth. Which I’m sure is in some zealot’s head right now. I enjoy nature. I conserve. My house is colder in winter than any other house that I know. We don’t waste water. I don’t even water the grass, in order to conserve. I don’t drive the car every day. Hey, I even reuse the plastic grocery bags that my girls are taught are so bad.

I just hate Earth Day. And I really hate the fact that the mind control police have grabbed onto my sweet innocent children, brainwashed them, and that the school is pointing out the err of their parents’ ways. My kids are supposed to learn right and wrong from my husband and myself. Not the other way around.

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