This morning I called to get Rory signed up for preschool. I want him to go to the same one that Kamryn went to because the location is perfect and I know Kamryn really enjoyed her time there. Not to mention, it cuts out me having to research any other preschools in the area.
I noticed their sign up for registration a couple of weeks ago and kept making the mental note to myself to call. Each time I thought of calling, though, I found something else to do instead and I don’t know why. I have been so anxious about getting Rory into preschool next year for a couple of reasons. For one, he really wants to go. He asks about it all the time. Second,I really want him to go. The thought of having a couple of hours to myself a few times a week has me more excited than a Caribbean vacation!
I mentioned me not calling to sign Rory up to a friend and she commented how he is my baby and it’s hard to watch that last one go off to school. Normally, I would agree. It was hard for me to get rid of the baby stuff, but for some reason, I don’t feel too sentimental about Rory going to school. When Kamryn started school, I noticed such a positive change in her personality, maturity and general attitude that any feelings of missing her, dissipated rather quickly.
I know that when the actual day comes and I send him off to school, I’ll probably cry and there will be days when I miss him because there are days that I miss Kamryn when she is at school. That day however, is floating around somewhere in hypothetical land.
The 3 year old preschool classes are completely full. The director told me that they filled up within minutes, so even if I would have been on top of my game, I don’t think I could have gotten Rory in. Luckily, I’m one of the first on the waiting list and she put a star next to my name as a returning family and told me she would give us priority. Nice.
Now I just have to find out who these other 3 year old’s are and figure out how to knock them out of the class.