It’s 7:20 a.m. in the morning and I have been at the preschool I want Kade to attend next school year for an hour. Guess I could have gotten more sleep. . .I’m still the only one here. I’ve heard from a couple people that sometimes there can be a line early so I just thought I’d beat them all. There are only 5 Pre-K spots left in the class and I have no desire to be put on a waiting list and not know what’s going to happen in the fall for sure. Now I know! Kade will be five in June, but I have felt strongly for a couple years now that I would keep him home until he was six and that decision has been backed by many people who have kept their summer birthday boys home one more year – besides the fact I feel really good about it. It’s now 7:25 and my first competition is outside. Yes, outside. I got here at 6:20, but I have been inside the church since around 6:30 when the janitor felt bad that I was sitting in the car in the dark and let me in. We’ve had all kinds of discussions - . . . . oh, now I just got moved to a really pretty little room with a beautiful stained glass window because the people arriving outside are getting quite upset that I’m already in here (it is colder in here than it was out in the foyer). I would be upset if I were them, too, but the janitor doesn’t want the all those people to come in before the preschool people are here at 8:00 a.m. He told me to make sure I was back out in the main room before 8:00 to assure my place in line, though he already let me sign the sign-in sheet so they will call my name first anyway. I must be living right for today!
Kade is now registered for preschool for next year! Yeah! I like knowing what our plans for next year are going to be.


























































