After twelve weeks of hearing "I'm bored" and "It's too hot to play outside," I am more than ready to send my little angels back to school. As the first day of enrollment rolls around, I am never sure if I should celebrate with champagne or prepare with migraine medication.  It's not as easy as dropping the kids off at the door and running.  The administrators and superintendents spent their summer vacation scheming to make class registration a parental hazing.