I go back and forth -and back and forth about pre-school for K.

The school I want has about a one year wait anyway, (It is a Montessori Public School), and so she probably won’t get in a till she’s four or maybe the start of the next school year.

And the school charges for pre-school, so I could always start her now, or earlier then next year somewhere else and pay the fees, which I’ll have to pay anyway when she goes next year.

Make sense?

This is the way I see it.

If I put her in pre-school, it would be for me, not for her:

The pros:

I’d have extra time to myself:

• To work out at the gym

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  To write on my blogs

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  To work on my video editing projects

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  To write and propose some magazine articles

and perhaps thereby generating a bit of income.


The cons:

• I’d miss her.

Ok, back to reality.

* K plays with other children at the playground, and at the gym, so she gets plenty of interaction with other children.

* I spent time with her each day reading, doing stickers, drawing, letters and other pre-school type things. It isn’t structured, but just comes out in the course of the day.

* Every day is a teaching day: For instance, at the grocery store we’ll try to find all the M’s, for MOMMY and all the K’s for K.

* Or, we'll count out change together – she doesn’t yet know the money, but she is counting. We tell time together, she doesn’t know the time, but she knows the numbers.

Right now, K is taking a ‘rest time’ and watching TV. This gives me a chance to do a few things around the house, since she doesn’t nap too much anymore. Usually I spend the time writing.

Can I get stuff done while she’s here at the house? Yes, but I don’t always concentrate as well as when Hubby is home and can watch her.

Then of course I’ll have to drive her, which means about twenty minutes each way if the traffic is good. (nothing is closer to our home in the mountains).


So, I’ll have to not only get up early in the morning, but we’ll both have to be showered and dressed and ready to leave the house at an disrespectfully early time.

Ok that does it.

I’m waiting a year.

or maybe two.