Did you catch that? He was put on the wait list for our neighborhood public school. That we pay tax dollars to. That we moved to this area to attend. Give me a break.
But now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I have to admit that I’m only half-way happy. I mean, I’m glad he doesn’t have to go to a different kindergarten for a few days and then switch to his real school — because no joke that was what they were going to do to him.
But I’m just realizing how easy we’ve had it for 5 years.
We get to preschool when we get there. There’s no bell-ringing. There are no tardy slips.
But now we have to be at school at 8:15am on the dot, and if we’re late we have to go to the office and explain why. Now all of you out there with kids older than mine are nodding your head and quietly thinking I’m an idiot, but this hadn’t really occurred to me much at all before now.
So I’ve been practicing. Trying to get the kids to preschool by 8:15. And unfortunately all it takes is the smallest incident (Chip falling down and needing ice, Robbie not finding any Power Ranger underpants, Mike wanting to build “just one more” Lego contraption) and the whole schedule goes to hell.
Have I mentioned I cannot stand to have people tell me what to do?
Not news to, say, my mother (hi mom!), but it makes me so irritated when people stand back and presume to tell me what I need to do. And yes, I know that this is ridiculous in this case because, hey, I signed up to have them introduce him to Teh Schoolin’ but that doesn’t mean logic works on my brain.
So isn’t this going to be fun? Fortunately, I met all 4 kindergarten teachers last Spring and they all seem nice, and I’m frankly not at all worried about the teachers. But the administration? Don’t even get me started. The wait list was handled so… uniquely. I don’t want to go into it since I need to assimilate and play all nice with them, but… grrr.
So best foot forward and all that. Wish me luck. And send me your advice for dealing with the bureaucracy please. Sigh.
Oh, and just an aside for anyone who needs to, oh I don’t know, do a crapload of work on their computer at their, hmmm for example, job, the following song might be incredibly excellent to listen to. Compulsively. Over and over on your headphones.
I’m just saying.