School Days

Two-and-a-half hours of free to be me and Gigi time three times a week! Does life get any better?
Cleo started preschool this week at what I've heard is our area's premier pre-school. Registration for this school year started over a year ago and entailed waiting in line for three days, luring hopeful moms away with Diet Coke, and quick conversion to the Methodist Church for first dibs on registration.

So how did I persuade this elite school to let Cleo in a week after school started?

I showed up in their offices with perfectly matching-outfitted children.
I pitifully explained how we'd just moved to the area from out of the country.
I even spoke French to the multi-lingual staff.
And I offered to take any open space available.

So, two hours later I was called and told a space had been found! WAHOO!

So today is day two of Cleo's preschool experience, and as I type she's begging me to find her backpack so she can go to school. She even wants to skip lunch so we can go straight there.

This all makes me very, very happy. And when Mom's happy, everyone is happy!