So the kid bus service wants a deposit of $300, by Friday. Um, I am going to Story Land. Hullo?
I work. I want and need to work. We don't live close to family, well we do, but not that close. I don't live in a neighborhood where I know every neighbor and where all the other kids are also going to pre-k. Our babysitter keeps telling us to skip it, "He will go for two years, after all," she says. "But he is READY and I have told him all about it. Plus I have already paid the first two months of tuition," I respond.
There is a new housing development being built in my town, a co-housing development. I have a fantasy about such a place. We would all take kids here there and everywhere. Cook dinners together and give each other space. And then I wake up and think, "Oh my, I couldn't handle everyone knowing my every move, my every awful disgusting habit."
But right about now I would take that fantasy!