Ugh. We got a call from Grattan Daycare and they have a slot open.
If this had happened - oh, a year ago - that would've been awesome and positively affected our lives.
Now, however, Matilda is ensconced and very happy at her daycare at UCSF. So we don't really want to make a change.
However. We can only afford to go to UCSF 3 days a week. So I've got her two days a week, and that severely limits my ability to bring in an income to freelancing.
We would pay less for five days a week at Grattan.
And
Grattan is where we want her to go to kindergarten, so it would serve the dual purpose of (a) making that transition earlier; (b) give us a stronger chance (probably very high) that we would get Grattan in the extremely difficult school selection process.
Ugh. Really all the pluses are on the side of making the change
except
it will really make her unhappy.
The question is: will she be unhappy for a year? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? Where's the tipping point to balance her unhappiness and upheaval versus the other benefits?
At that age they're remarkably flexible. You frame it as an adventure. New people, new adventures.
It might be rough for a while, but if it's a transition that you're going to make anyway, then I'd advise for going ahead and doing it.
Speaking of car lights -- pretty much every time I start my car, the coolant light comes on, but then it turns off after a few minutes of driving. Is this a problem? (I know nothing about cars. I had to look up a chart of dashboard symbols just to figure out that that was the coolant light.)
I'm going to talk to her teacher and the school's head administrator this afternoon, to feel them out about how her adjustment to the current place has been, what other families' experiences are, etc. The head administrator also knows the school district very very well and basically mentors all the parents wading into the system, so he'll have a very good read on what this would mean for kindergarten.
Gah. If it'd happened just a month ago it would have been no big deal, because that was exactly when everyone got moved up a level, a bunch of kids left, and a bunch of new ones arrived.
In my perfect fantasy world (where everything goes just the way we want and also unicorns poop rainbows and toads fall out of my crazy boss's mouth every time she yells), I am imagining Hec and Matilda dropping by there tomorrow to find out that it's a space for next January, giving us plenty of planning time and an easy transition. In the actual world, they'll probably tell us to decide by Monday.
Aimee, if it were my class, I would expect it in on Weds, midnight if I haven't given an earlier time. Usually if a professor cares about the deadline they will give you a specific time.
And Grattan is where we want her to go to kindergarten, so it would serve the dual purpose of (a) making that transition earlier; (b) give us a stronger chance (probably very high) that we would get Grattan in the extremely difficult school selection process.
This would decide it for me, Hec.
pretty much every time I start my car, the coolant light comes on, but then it turns off after a few minutes of driving. Is this a problem?
No -- it just means your coolant is at a low temperature, which is normal after it has just sat around all night. The light turns off as soon as the coolant warms up to a temp in the accepted range. It's fine.
And Grattan is where we want her to go to kindergarten, so it would serve the dual purpose of (a) making that transition earlier; (b) give us a stronger chance (probably very high) that we would get Grattan in the extremely difficult school selection process.
to me, another way of looking at this is that you are transitioning earlier instead of later. Either way, she has to do it. (says I who stress over every child transition)
I am cleaning my house. The tough stuff. I'm part way done, and maybe done for the day. I'm also watching Top Chef reruns. And writing. The bathroom looks pretty nice. The stove and hood look half nice half gross.
The stove and hood look half nice half gross.
I'm imagining those old-skool commercials for cleaning products where they'd use the Good Product on one side and the Lesser Product on the other, straight down the middle.
