It’s that time of year, school has started and the buses are rolling and the kids are suspiciously silent between 8-3. Wee man is almost 4 and we registered him for pre-school. During the registration, the people indicated that he might not be eligible this year for school. So I made LOTS of plans to homeschool him through his pre-school years and then send him on for kindergarten. I also received a phone call from my ex-step-father (someone I’ve only seen/heard from a handful of times in the past 15 years) and he needs someone to watch his son after school. Long and short of it, I only agreed because the boy has been badly abused by his mother and if G can’t find reliable, safe child-care, she’s going to try to get custody of K. So I agreed. I can’t sleep at night thinking that K would be going back into such a situation. I started caring for him a few weeks ago. It has been a major adjustment. There are some behavioral problems that we’re dealing with, but he’s shaping up well enough. I think he just needs the structure.
In the middle of all this, I get a phone call that, Wee man has been accepted into pre-school. I just sat and bawled. I cried off and on all day long. But he’s excited and he’s wanting to go, so we’re letting him go. He has his backpack ready, and he’s already visited with the teachers and he seems to be soaking it all up like a sponge. So I’ll have a whole new schedule to keep now. I’ll have all this free time and I’m clueless on how to use it. This whole time, I would daydream of all the wondrous things I’d accomplish if he were in daycare or pre-school and now that he’s going, I just want him to stay home.
We’ll see how this unfolds. I’m hoping to be able to dedicate more time to this blog. We’ll see.🙂