So I just got a call from the elementary school letting me know that Harvey did NOT get into the preschool program in the fall.
Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
I live in a town of < 1000 people, and there is only one school in the town. It’s actually a fantastic public school (#1 in the state last year), and we’ve been really happy with it for Stella, but now I am most decidedly NOT happy. We were 100% counting on him getting into the pre-k program (which is for 3 & 4 year old kids in our district).
Priority was given to children of staffers, children with special needs, returning children (so the 4s who were 3s last year), the siblings of other students already enrolled in the school (this is Harv), and then new enrollees. When the front office person called me from the school, I literally started crying when she started off with, “I’m so sorry Josey, I know this is really not what you were hoping for, but…”
On the up side, he is #1 on the wait list, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed that someone moves or a parent decides not to put their kid in pre-k next year or something, because otherwise we are totally and completely fucked in the fall. Our nanny is done June 1st, we’ve hired a high school girl for the summer (who goes to college in the fall), and I cannot work from home full time with him in the fall. We also can’t afford for me NOT to work in the fall.So yeah, could you cross your fingers / say a prayer / send good vibes that a spot opens up for Harv-man? My stress levels just went through the roof and I could REALLY use a drink after work tonight, but you know, it’s Day 10 of my #whole30 journey and all. GAH.