The average human pregnancy is shorter than the wait to find out what school our kids will go to – we applied over nine whole months ago and tomorrow is the day we finally find out.
We chose three schools within a reasonable distance to our house – I know people who did the school visits and everything – problem is that we also have a kid who will still be at nursery for the next eighteen months – and in the absence of a time machine or any form of magical powers, we (I) need to be able to drop/pick up the kids every day.
School number one has great Ofsted reports historically, comes highly recommended by friends and is literally in the next street to our nursery – all along I’ve wanted this school, it would be so easy and I could just change nursery hours to suit school trips – perfect.
School number two is a good school and although it’s only up the road there is precisely zero parking – ‘You could just walk’- I hear you say – well no – if I wanted to have a go at pretending to be Anneka Rice I could walk – I still have to get the younger kid the nursery and the drop off times (once I sort nursery) are near enough identical so unfortunately, unless I can get finance on a Tardis – not even remotely plausable. It would be akin to competing in Tekeshi’s castle before I even started my working day.
School number three is on the other end of town – it’s a great school that also has a nursery attached to it, so I could move the younger one if needs be, saving me the ball ache of trading my VW in for a Delorian – also – I went to this school myself, so like the idea of my kids going there.
The spanner in the works has been nursery. Both of our girls go to a lovely private one in the village – Nina will have been there for nearly four years by the time she leaves and Bobbi has been there for nearly eighteen months – they love it there but it’s EXPENSIVE.
In preparation for our new situation, I grabbed a copy of the price list the other day to see what we were to be faced with – I was nearly sick in my mouth a bit – moving her hours around slightly and adding one hour per day (two days per week) was going to cost an extra £150 per month! FUCK THAT.
I did not see that coming – but because of the nurserys rigid and frankly dickish session times, we’d have to pay for an extra 24 hours per month – and only actually use 8 – basically – we’d be paying out over £100 for no reason at all – so that’s not going to be happening.
Today will be a really, really long day as it affects everyone in our family in such a big way! Nina will be moving up to big school (hopefully in the village), Bobbi will be changing nursery (which causes me some lovely strong Mummy guilt as she’ll be leaving all her friends etc) and I’ll find out whether I need to locate a Time Turner or not. I’ll be staying up to find out as soon as humanly possible.
Good luck to everyone else on the final count down!