Tomorrow morning I'm going to tour a new pre-school for my little Maggie. Yes, MAGGIE. As in, this one:
How is it possible that she is going to pre-school? She doesn't even turn three until the end of next September. But for most pre-schools, you only have to be two and three-quarters, so off to school she goes!
Now, we could send her to the same pre-school here that Sam and Lucy went to last year. It was a nice school, and the hours would be pretty compatible with Sam and Lucy's schedule. BUT! In an effort to make my life more complicated, I'm going to check out a Montessori school up in Pennsylvania, about 20-30 minutes away. Given the start and end times, I may be able to make it work. Maybe.
There is also a YMCA in that area. One thing that I miss more than anything here in Morgantown is a Y. Everywhere we've lived with kids, the Y has been a permanent fixture for both the kids and myself. If Maggs does three hours of school each day, then Fred and I can hang at the Y in the meantime. Lunch on the way home, naps when we arrive back at our domicile. If everything goes according to plan.
In all likelyhood, Maggie is going to end up going to the same pre-school here in Mo-town that Sam and Lu went to, but I feel like I own it to her to check out this other option. Sam did the Montessori thing, and I think it was super-beneficial to him. I want to be able to give that kind of experience to all of my kids, if possible. So while it may make my life a little more crazy, if it's better for my kids, it's better for me.
BUT, I totally reserve the right to bitch and moan about it whenever I wish.