Ezra starts SCHOOL tomorrow.
Technically, it’s not a school, it’s a “Mother’s Day Out” program at a church down the street, but we’ve been telling him he’s going to school and he seems to like the idea. So, we’re running with it.
This all happened so quickly, and I owe all this progress to my husband who could see that look in my eye when we started talking about calling the preschools in my area (the look that said ‘Pick up the phone and call a complete stranger? ARE YOU CRAZY?! I. would. rather. eat. fish. guts.’) and so he nobly stepped in to help me. I got a couple of recommendations from a friend of mine and decided on the program that ran from 9-2:00pm two days a week rather than the much shorter program at the other place. EVERY HOUR COUNTS HERE, PEOPLE. EVERY MOMENT, EVEN!
We were able to get him in right away because there was an opening in his age group- otherwise we would have had to register him in March and then wait until September for him to begin. He has been grouped together with the younger class, which is somewhat of a bummer, because the program director was telling us that the kids were learning things like shapes and colors and letters, which is so last year for Ezra. He’s moved on to much more interesting concepts as of late- like how he has suddenly started counting all the way to ten IN SPANISH… a feat that I would be utterly proud of if he had not learned it entirely from a certain cartoon character who’s name rhymes with IGNORA, as in, “My parents IGNORA me too much so I learn new languages from that there TV box.”
We signed him up today, and he begins tomorrow, which means all I have to do in the next few hours is locate a toddler sized bed roll for his nap time there, and also a lunchbox and a backpack and (oh yeah!) some food that doesn’t contain peanuts because it just so happens that there is a kid in his class who is incredibly allergic to THE ONLY FOOD THAT EZRA WILL EAT.
Almost every day, Ezra requests a Peanut Butter sandwich for lunch, and when I start making it, he runs over to the silverware drawer and locates a spoon. Then he comes back and tells me that he’s decided he just wants the peanut butter straight up from the jar… apparently the bread does nothing but hamper his overall peanut butter consumption. He never gets his way, of course, but I often humor myself with wondering just how much peanut butter he would eat in one sitting if I turned him loose on a jar.
I think he would come back for seconds. I really do.
With my newly found free-time, I plan to go job hunting. Clothing stores, coffee shops, booksellers… someone has to have a spot for a desperate momma who is more interested in working hard a couple of nights a week than the pay she will be compensated with, right? I am going to try and work in the evenings of the days he’s in ‘school’, and probably Saturdays as well. When Ezra is gone I will either go help Chris at his job site or spend time getting my vintage stuff back up and running. Or maybe I’ll try to find ways to promote this blog and make it more profitable for me. Or maybe I will start doing some freelance writing. Or maybe… maybe…. maybe…
Ahhhhh… It feels SO GOOD to have some “maybe’s” back in my life. I was beginning to feel completely maybe-less. I don’t think I’ll ever take another “maybe” for granted ever again.