The preschool bus redux
I must say, I’m glad I put off preschool for a year. Not for the sake of my children– Bunlet could profit from being around kids who aren’t all his older sibling and Bun Bun is clearly hankering for more social interaction and structured play than I typically feel like providing.
(This morning she was pretend playing with her foxes and when the baby fox asked the Mama fox to do something the Mama fox said I don’t have the energy for that. Ahem.)
No, I’m glad for my own sake. I am way saner about the whole thing this year. (See last year.) I toured the three places that are conveniently located, ruled one out because it did not meet the My child will not be sexually abused here gut reaction criterion (I’m sure the school is perfectly lovely, but it’s got all these weird shadowy Nooks of Creepiness, and smart people have told me to just go with my gut on such things), and made my pick. The selection was based on the fact that as I was sitting there during my solo observation visit, I had a strong wave of It’s just preschool, this is not a big deal. I figure that’s a good sign. The babies toured today and I think they will not be deemed too poorly socialized for acceptance. Plus, if they are, they’re not starting for a year, so I can begin drilling them immediately on the correct use of their work mats or whatever the fuck.
Last year my posts on this topic got some comments along the lines of Dude you be trippin‘. I think I have now come around to that point of view, in that I no longer be trippin’. But I also think the lack of trippin’ is due partly to thinking through my strong reactions to the whole process last year. And due partly to the fact that the babies are a year older. And once the enrollment stuff is done I can forget about it for a long time.