Monday, November 28, 2011

Not sure who won this battle...

but, I'm pretty sure it wasn't me. Anthony has a love hate relationship with preschool. Every morning he fights me about going. He whines, he cries, he refuses to get dressed or take his backpack to the car. Once we're there he loves it. He warms up quickly, doesn't cry when I leave and doesn't have any major complaints about his day. He'd just rather stay at home with me, in his pajamas, watching cartoons. Ha. So his preschool is set up and paid for through the city we live in. The first few months they let 30 kids in, which was way more than they were set up to handle. After a few months the realized there was a limit of 20 for a reason, and dropped it down to 25. So each month there are 30 kids from the previous months, plus whoever finds out about the classes all trying to register for 25 spots. Kids already in the class don't get priority. You can tell where this is going can't you? I forgot to register Anthony for next month, and the class is full. His teacher apologized repeatedly, she's asked them over and over to stop opening the class up to online registrations but they do it anyway. So I guess he wins and he gets to stay home with me. You can bet I'm going to be one of the first parents registering for January though. It might be time to go back to playgroup for the next month, if we just stay home every day I'll go batty. And so will Anthony I think. He likes constant interaction, and that's hard for me. I've really gotten used to my 2.5 hours a morning of quiet time to clean or whatever.