Thank you all for your kind words. I am a big believer in signs, and that things happen for a reason. After a couple of days, I feel great about not putting them there and settling for a so so school. I am very happy with the one I found. They are enrolled and ready to go.
I am very hesitant to whine about this....but I still keep coming to it in my mind. Soooo, I just need to put it out there and get over it.
This afternoon I went by the preschool I visited last June when we were here buying the house. I wasn't that impressed with it. But I visited my first choice school: what looks like an inch on the map is really a 42 minute drive through the curvy roads of northern Kentucky's bourbon trail. I think I passed Maker's Mark, Jim Beam and Heaven Hill on the drive. Despite loving the school, I really can't fathom driving that back and forth every day for a mere three and a half hours of preschool.
So, I was ready to enroll them in the one here in town that I just so so liked. I went there this morning (after taking them to the duck pond). I held the door open for some mom with a baby and two other kids about Will and Livi's age. She went right into the office.....<---which I thought was super rude since I held the door open for her. Anyhow.....after waiting almost thirty minutes, the directress told me that the lady I held the door open for took the last two spots.
I was heartbroken....I even cried in my car in the parking lot. Granted I was just finishing up a visit with Aunt Flo....but dang, can't it be easy at this point of the PCS?
Because of my niceness<----is that even a word? I was given a physical "don't let the door hit you in the a$$" SIGN that I shouldn't have ever even thought of enrolling them there anyway. So I leave you with a little Alanis...
Hardly worth whining about I know....this is my trying not to whine! But isn't it Ironic?