Ok, Ok NOT teamwork. How about waiting patiently and praying? I think those did the trick. There's been this pattern of events and I hesitate to say lately because when I think back it's pretty much life long. Whenever things get really hard and I feel like an old teddy bear coming apart at the seams and end up (by my unceasingly high standards) unprepared I am provided what I need. To be clear, it is always what is needed not always what I wanted. God's mysterious ways or kharma whatever you choose to label this phenomenon it has always been present in my life.
Now, I'm afraid I've given to dramatic an introduction to my mundane, but none-the-less exciting news. With all the running around this summer, car issues, medical drama, etc I suddenly became anxious about school starting in the fall. Not unlike when I applied early decision to college: I knew Roo couldn't stay where she is currently and I had a first choice, but not a single viable back up plan. I sent an email in May after I visited the school adding her to their "interest list." Then I waited.
The paperwork they provided described the usual first spots to continuing students and siblings. I was only told I'd be notified when enrollment opened. I put it out of my mind for months and suddenly it seemed like August was days away and I had no idea what I would do if she didn't get a spot. I emailed to confirm the information I was given and then I waited some more.
Thursday an email arrived at 11am that enrollment had opened! I printed and filled out that form, wrote the check and drove over before even 30min had elapsed thanking God the whole way. When I arrived at the conveniently located campus the doors were locked. I began to sweat. Had I misunderstood? I checked the email on my phone no other address was listed. I stood in front of the glass doors dialing the director of the preschool's number for about 30 seconds before an attractive brunette woman swung the door open and politely inquired if she could help.
She was the principal of their elementary school (which I hope Riley will also attend). She invited me in to sit as I apologized for disrupting the tour she was giving to a perspective student. I sat quietly on a chair watching the minutes tick by and knowing I had to retrieve Isaac from camp by noon which added a whole other level of anxiety to the mix. When the family who had taken the tour left she returned to me still smiling and told me she had sent a text to the preschool director to get permission to take the paperwork from me. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I was worried she'd send me to drop it off far away. In which case on top of being late to collect Isaac there probably wouldn't be any spots left.
You have to understand this is a charter school whose closest campus had been half an hour away before they announced they were opening their doors quite literally around the corner. Hence, the 90's sitcom like behavior (and resulting situation). Finally, the word came down that the principal would hand deliver Roo's paperwork in the morning. She's in! Yay!!
Awesome! Cassie
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