Last night I started my official tours of preschools. Last night I also discovered I am about two years late in my search with Sam when I was told that I should apply for "that one" (gesturing at the sleeping three-month-old in my arms) right now.
I liked the school a lot--a great religious program, extremely qualified teachers and a play-based (over academic-based) curriculum. But never have a I felt more like Jamie Lynne Spears or Bristol Palin. Over the months I have spent parenting I have had quite a few teen mom moments, but never more so than last night.
I am not sure this is the right preschool for us. It is very expensive (read: 15k a year for two half days a week) and somewhat far away. I get the sense that many of the mothers would only do this, meanwhile I also need childcare while I work.
Now we are starting to look into co-op preschools, which I think may be more our scene. But this is far more stressful--and I am far more self conscious--than originally believed.