I haven’t mentioned it much, but the Kindergarten situation is still very much in the forefront of my mind as I go about my busy days. We have not found the perfect school for C, nor do we have much of an idea about how we’re going to go about finding said school. It’s actually much more of an issue now than it was back in September when I first blogged about the issue.
We met with the preschool director last Thursday in the hopes that she might have some helpful insights for us. She’s an amazing woman with years and years of experience. She’s been in the area for a long time and she knows most of the schools in the vicinity. Plus, by now she knows C pretty well so we figured she wouldn’t steer us in the wrong direction.
In the end though she didn’t tell us anything we didn’t know. The public school we are zoned to really is sub-par. The private schools that would work for us are insanely expensive. Parochial school is not a good choice for us. And if we’re going to sink a ton of cash into tuition we might as well move to a better school district and put the money towards a mortgage.
We started looking at home listings this past weekend and realized that to move to a better school district we would have to pay more for a similarly sized or smaller house. Which we knew, but hadn’t really admitted until we traipsed through an open house late Sunday.
The place had one more bedroom than our current home, but was smaller by a good 600sq feet and had no yard. The bedrooms were tiny. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were essentially one small room that could have easily fit into our current living room. It was classy, cute, and compact. It would have been perfect for us before we had kids.
“Why…” M started, eying the two little devils that were trying hard to destroy the zen decor of the model home.
“Because they give meaning to our lives.” I replied quickly to squelch the thought that was forming. “More so than any of the romantic dinners we used to have, or long walks along the Seine, last minute getaways to exotic locations, artsy movies…” I trailed off and watched C and Little L fight over a potentially fragile ornament they had snagged from a side table. “They give meaning to our lives. Some days it’s just harder than others to remember what that meaning might be.”