Tomorrow is preschool registration day. Remember back in September when I went into the only preschool in the entire area that would take 18 month olds and it was 3 days before class started and I managed to get The Boy enrolled? Grant it, it was the afternoon, two day a week program, but by golly, the kid is in school and I have received a bit of a second wind and no longer look for sharp objects to use to take out a major vein or artery. At least not as much as I used to.
Having tasted this freedom, I find it is equivalent to possibly a drug addiction. My only possibilities for next year are two day programs again, but there is one class that goes for 4 hours a day rather than the standard 2 hours and 45 minutes. And I want in. I contemplated putting The Boy in the preschool right around the corner for convenience purposes but his father was having no part of that. Something about how great this school was and it wasn’t like the 15 minute drive was going to kill me and did he already mention how great the school is? So now I HAVE to, absolutely MUST get The Boy back in there. I decided to warm up the preschool director a little.
K: So is preschool registration like getting tickets for a U2 concert?
D: What do you mean?
K: Do I need to camp out here the night before to get a good spot in line?
D: (rolling her eyes) You should probably just be here at 9:30 when we open.
Another mother walks in and pipes up with her “concerns.”
M: What if, say, I’m in line and I get my registration paper first but then someone fills theirs out before I get finished and they want the spot I want. Do I lose that spot?
K: Can I sell my spot for $20 to someone else?
The director, whose sense of humor is better than mine, gives me a look that can either be read as “shut the hell up” OR “do you really need to get this woman worked up like this?” But I can’t stop. I have pregnancy mouth. I’m required to say EXACTLY what is on my mind at all times regardless of the consequences.
K: Oh, man. I heard it’s a real cat fight. People actually climbing over each other like the Black Friday sale at Best Buy on the day after Thanksgiving when there are 20 people vying for the four $180 laptops.
Now I’m pretty sure the director has changed her look from the “shut the hell up” look to the “shut the &^% up” look.
But I’m having fun.
K: I heard there is hair pulling.
This coming from a woman that packed the hand warmers in her coat pockets for the long cold wait tomorrow morning. Sometimes you just gotta be a hypocrite. Had I thought it through, I would have told the woman that the registration didn’t start until Friday. It’s so wrong, yet oh so right.Share on Facebook