life, apparently

The beginning of the school year is awful. I had my first nightmare (in which I forgot to attend 2^nd class) of the season. The anxiousness of the first class is really coming to life and the inability to get several things done because of the flood is only adding to my panic. There is no daycare next week (the last week before classes start) so this week is my last big push to get everything done (Goal: complete all lectures, homeworks, exams, etc up to the 2^nd exam which is about the midpoint of the semester.)

We received the package for The Kid’s upcoming school year. There are 4 possible 2-yr old rooms. We visited them and determined that Room C was unacceptable. Room D & F were good and Room B was acceptable. We were assigned Room C. Now, I feel slightly responsible because I haven’t yet told the director that I don’t want to be in Room C. Why, you ask? Well, when we visited the big kid rooms I asked the director when The Kid would move up because many of the kids in Room D & B were much older (toward the 3-4 range) and so I was confused. She said (not surprisingly) that the decision is based on availability and the individual child. She also said that The Kid would likely move up when he was 2. And, of all the kids in his group, he is close to the youngest and none of them have moved yet so I figured I have lots of time. So I am writing this long winded explanation to justify why I haven’t told her that we object to Room C. In essence, I think it is her fault for not being clear about when he is moving and for being quite bitchy (therefore I really don’t want to have to deal with her and I keep putting it off – to be fair she just comes across as bitchy until I demonstrate that my bitchiness skills are far superior than hers and then she is quite nice. The problem is that using my bitch power requires a lot of effort and wears me out and I can’t really afford to use that much energy until after my course is prepped, or at least that was the plan until we received the letter.)

Alas, the story continues. When The Husband dropped off The Kid at school today, he talked to the current teachers and found out that there is no plan for transition. They are just going to drop off the kids in their newly assigned rooms on the first day of school. What? Seriously, WTF? These kids are not even 2 yet, you can’t just deposit them in a room with a bunch of unknown adults. Whose plan is this? Hello? Then, The Husband talked to another parent (or 2) and they said they would only be in Room D and refused to be in any other room because they heard horror stories. They also said they’d take Room C before Rooms B&F based on these horror stories. Now, the thing is that I can understand how one person’s horror story is another person’s minor inconvenience and how things might get blown out of proportion. But this just freaks me out. The Husband’s plan is to demand Room D and demand that The Kid get slowly transitioned to the new room. All of this makes me worry, worry, worry. And I can’t get any work done (see parargraph 1) because I am waiting for worker bitch to call me so I can bring out queen bitch. Queen Bitch is very stressed today!