To Be or Not to Be (A Stay-At-Home Mom)

Finally the day has come.  I've recieved my paper from the school district.  It is yellow, and it sits on the counter and glares at me.  I glare back.  Next to the top box it says "return" and next to the bottom box it says "resign."  It just sits there and looks at me because I can't seem to just check on of those boxes and be done.  Some mornings I wake up and feel all prepared to vote one way, but then when I actually get down to marking my choice I just can't seem to do it.  I've talked to everyone and there brother about what I should do, but no conclusion comes.  You know that old Frost poem about the two roads in the yellow wood?  I have 14 days left.