Is it strange that I feel a little violated when someone picks something out of our garbage when it�s at the curb? It is garbage, after all. I didn�t want it any more, yet I still feel like someone is touching my stuff. I�m so weird.
Also, I got the job! Then I agreed to start a week later, and the feeling of, �Yay!� turned to �Oh CRAP!� for I still needed to find childcare. What a horrible hunt that was. There were Montessori schools we loved, but couldn�t afford. There were centers close to work that we could afford, but that made me want to cry as I felt the bottom drop out of my heart and soul when I thought of leaving my children there. So I prayed. (And prayed, and prayed, and cried, and then prayed some more). What do you know, yesterday, I found this little center, the �cheapest� on our list. And lo, it is Awesome. It is little and friendly, and up to the challenge of educating my daughter (at the other centers, they were learning things that she has known for months). It is fun, and bright and happy, staffed by people who are passionate about what they do, and my children love it. It is, I think, a place at which they wouldn�t mind staying all day, having fun, learning, dancing, and making friends. When I first walked in, I just got a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart (no kidding), and within ten minutes of the tour, I knew it was the right place. It�s a true and blessed miracle. This feeling of relief is pretty blissful, too.
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
RANDOM ENTRY
all words � ME, 2005.