I never thought I'd be the kind of mother to get caught up in all the preschool/daycare hysteria you hear about. After all, we live in a much more forgiving and laid back place than New York City, home of the "preschool admission consultant" and the crazy waiting lists. But today, in what will be the first of many situations in which I will suck it up and do the best thing for my family, I stood in the lobby of the (really really wonderful) daycare by our new house and filled out TWO waiting list applications.
The first was for Charles Lastname birthdate 11-2-06.
The second was for "Baby Lastname" birthdate 9-30-08.
Then I went and got a pedicure while I verbally abused my nanny on my cell phone, just for the heck of it.*
*just kidding, I don't have a nanny and I paint my own toes
(Still no decision whether to work or not, but I'm glad I got started on this childcare business early)