Commute

I like my daughter's preschool.  I like the location, the teachers, the director, all of it.

Yet I gave up her spot there for next year and drove across three suburbs to put Ada on a waiting list for another preschool.  One that costs twice as much and is further away.  (She's second on the waiting list for the schedule we want. She's in for our second choice class schedule.)

Of course, the new preschool is fabulous.  The facility, the teachers, all of it's top-notch.  But the reason we made the switch is because Ada will (hopefully) be in the same classroom Ellie was in last year.  It's a team-taught classroom with a Gen Ed and a Special Ed teacher and a mix of students: some with IEPs, some without.

I think this will be good for Ada.  I also want to support the program that helped Ellie.

Here's hoping.

File under:
- stuff no one but me cares about
- parents can be boring
- lady, quit talking about yer kids
- parenting is one long series of tiny decisions with plenty of time to second guess and worry and obsess and wonder if you're doing the right thing or inadvertently ruining your children's lives.