2nd choice school informed me that we're number 37 on the waiting list. And that they were not accepting any students that didn't have a sibling already attending the school.
I was really disappointed because secretly...this was my favorite school. I sat in the parking lot of open enrollment day watching Mom's drop off their kids and I could picture dropping my own kids off there. I got a good feeling about that place when I walked in the door.
Oh well.
3rd choice called this week. We're number 35 with 10 spots available. That's okay. This school is farther away and really small. It'd be a pain to get to everyday.
And I wait...for our 1st choice school to call. This is the school with perfect scores and all students are picked by lottery. This is the school that future presidents will attend. It's top notch.
I've been waiting for 2.5 weeks for them to call and tell me what our number is. A parent that I ran into the day that I turned in our application told me if I got a number over 40 our chances weren't good. But they haven't even called me with a number.
Suddenly, they are the boy I dated in high school that said...i like you and I'll give you a call. And I waited and dreamed about how great it would be when he'd call and we'd be together. We'd have a beautiful wedding, live in a mansion and raise 2.5 awesome kids. If he'd just call. I've driven past the school and visualized dropping my kids off there and how much they will learn and how bright their futures will be.
Yes, I'm stalking a school.
I wrote the above paragraphs yesterday....and then decided that I couldn't wait and I called the school. They told me I'd be getting a letter in the mail next week with our number. I was confused so I chatted with my friend JoAnn on twitter and discovered that this means we didn't get a spot. We've been wait listed. UPDATE: The Charter School hasn't chosen spots yet! We got the letter....we're NUMBER ONE!
Crap.
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I don't know how Christina and I came to know each other. She might have followed one of my witty comments from another blog or it could have been just a random accident. Christina has been an awesome commenter and friend. We have so much in common and she's just a lovely person.
There have been many, many snow days all over the country. A collective moan was heard from twitter and facebook as Mom's everywhere had to deal with their kids being home from school AND trapped in the house.
Christina blew me away. She was excited that her kids would be home and promptly whipped up overnight waffle dough for the next day! The day after that...she and her entire neighborhood went sledding. There was mulled wine and hot cocoa. Not only do I want to BE Christina...I also want to move to her neighborhood!
I've given a lot of thought about the Mom I want to be when my kids start school. I want to be involved in their classrooms, be able to help with homework (lord help me), be active in the PTA and not dread my kids being home. I'm guessing this will become even more important since Alex will be attending a less successful school.
I started something new in 2011. It's a simple change of words that has helped my attitude so much! Instead of i HAVE TO (insert chore here)....I say i GET TO (insert chore here). I'm blessed....I know this. I embrace the ordinary in my life and that makes it extraordinary!
I get to be the best Mom I can be...and Christina is my role model!
Yesterday....I GOT TO teach my daughter how to read. What started out as a sad day with me crying about lost opportunities...ended with joy and excitement as she learned something amazing. Something that I taught her.
I realized that everything's going to be just fine....
