Sign On The Dotted Line
Today’s the day we have to make our final decision about the unexpected opening at the “little slice of heaven” school. It would mean Quinn would start attending in April. It would mean I have to actually drop him off at a specific time every day. It would mean I have to give him a full breakfast in the morning and pack him lunch. Every day.
At his current daycare, his wonderful Peruvian childcare provider gives him breakfast and makes a homemade HOT lunch every day. The kids LOVE her cooking. They actually will not accept sandwiches from her — not even pb&J. I can actually get him up, give him a quick portable breakfast snack and milk in a sippy cup, get him dressed and throw him in the car and go. I like this. We are not morning people.
It will mean he’ll be going to school (yes, actual school) five days a week. No more lazy Tuesday mornings together (I usually start work late on Tuesdays) and no more “Mommy & Quinn Fridays” (I never work Fridays so that I can have more time with him — that’s usually our City outing day — The Zoo, The Zeum, Children’s Discovery Museum, etc. without the weekend crowds). I am conflicted.
I’m vaccilating between waves of sheer joy when I think about what I love about the school and what it will mean for Quinn and waves of utter panic when I think about the cost and the abrupt lifestyle changes required. Is this what it feels like to sell your soul?
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March 24th, 2006 at 12:10 pm
I’ll bet the Friday one is especially hard to give up. But the school! His future is golden.
Is it possible for Quinn to play hooky one Friday a month until Kindergarten starts?
March 24th, 2006 at 3:34 pm
Good idea. I think I’ll just have to do that. I mean, it’s preschool, afterall, right? It’s not like it’s mandatory schooling. Of course we’ll have to pay anyway, but I can live with that.
March 24th, 2006 at 8:41 pm
This delightful and talented young woman happens to be my daughter ~ sigh! And of course, the blue eyed blonde haired little boy is the young man I keep leaving my husband of almost 50 years for. (we reside in Post Falls, ID) I’m his grandma, AKA, Goggy, the name he gave me. I love it. Is there anything more wonderful than family in this world? I don’t think so.
Amy’s mom/Goggy
PS ~ and oh yes, I’m the guilty party for the spoiling that caused my daugher anguish on the first morning she had him all to herself after his week with me.
March 25th, 2006 at 2:12 pm
I understand the delimma completely. Am grappling with a similar one myself. (Leave in friendly all-play preschool, or move to montessori for her last yr before Kindergarten because she’s asking to learn more now….?) I guess it’s that time of year.
March 26th, 2006 at 10:11 am
It sure is. It’s a tough one — they say at this age kid’s learn through play. However, I think we also need to consider each child individually and some of them need a little more structure and challenge. And Montessori is great. I considered it for Quinn, but he’s already got such anal-retentive tendencies that I was afraid Montessori would just compound those. He needs to learn that it’s okay to get your hands messy.
April 9th, 2006 at 10:17 pm
[...] Tomorrow is Quinn’s first day at his new school. Thor and I actually got a jumpstart by attending their big annual auction fundraiser on Friday night. The welcome we received from the other parents from Quinn’s class was incredibly warm and quite surprising. And it was a fun party to boot. We heard from several parents that their kids were prepped and excited for Quinn’s arrival and had been working on Welcome cards for him. We’ve been prepping Quinn for his first day, but it hadn’t occurred to me that his class would be getting prepped as well. I was really touched. [...]