We went to the Open House today for another local preschool. I applied there earlier in the week because I heard their 3s class was filling up. I have looked at this school before, but never chose it for my other kids because it was a co-op and I didn't want to deal with finding babysitters for younger kids while I was co-oping.
But, since Little One is my last, the co-op aspect is not an issue for me. And in fact, given her developmental delays and medical diagnosis, I would welcome the opportunity to see how she compares and relates to other kids her age.
I went in there looking for things I wouldn't like. I love our other preschool and although I feel right about leaving it, I was expecting pangs of regret. But you know what? I have NONE. I LOVED the school. I loved the teachers. I loved the classrooms. I loved the other parents. I couldn't find a darn thing I didn't like about the whole place.
Whew. I am relieved. (And I really must remember, this is preschool for pete's sake. It is funny how much weight we feel with these decisions.)
I will now return to my regularly scheduled life. No more preschool posts. Promise.
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It had to be perfect so that you would just know! That is great
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Go ahead. I can take it.