I got the letter last week. I knew it was coming and held my breath every single time I looked into that parent folder. I dreaded it every other morning. I would wait for all the other moms to get their stuff. This morning was no different….T said goodbye and happily made his way to the hand washing line.
I peeked in my folder, there it was, staring up at me. I grabbed the envelope and walked to the burb. There I sat, letter in hand. I knew what it was so I casually opened it and there were the hand written numbers. I choked a little, folded the letter back up and set it on the middle console. That was 7 days ago. Today I was asked by the lovely Mrs. L to join her in her office. Again, I wasn’t breathing and I was thinking thank goodness i didn’t put make up on this morning .
We sat down and chit chatted for a bit. How I wish it could stay chit chatty but I could already feel the tears stinging the back of eyes. It was like when I put gum in that girls hair in 7th grade, hey, I was dared!! The news was what I already knew, what keeps me up at night, what makes this burning sensation in my throat feel like a wild fire. I thought is was heartburn, doctor says no, it’s how my body reacts to stress. GREAT!
I have to come up with X amount of dollars to pay the preschool what we owe them and then continue to come up with X amount of dollars through May to keep him there. There are no scholarships available. If this preschool wasn’t such a great school this would be an easy decision for me. I would pull him, pay the money we owe and find a play group for T. I don’t want that though. He loves school, every day is his best day ever when I pick him up. I believe that preschool is important and gives kids a stepping stone when starting Kindergarten. My other three kids had this experience, I don’t think it’s fair to not let T have the same.
So after we got all the dirty details out of the way she wants a few of my business cards to hand out to friends. He daughter is pregnant with twin boys, I told her I wanted them in my portfolio. This is a good thing but in the meantime I can’t stop crying. I have tried! I let myself cry for a good long while to get it out of my system, didn’t work. Here I sit crying. STUPID! Things could be so much worse, this I know. This is just the cherry on the top though. It’s the wind that feeds the fire in throat.

So this is my time to stop being a wuss and get my name out there, get clients, build that word of mouth. I am ready now, I feel it in my bones. T deserves this preschool so I am going to have to make it happen, whatever it takes. Well, besides selling myself on the street corner. Thought about a strip club but I have had 4 kids…can you say ewwww?
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