March 16, 2014

I Think Applying to College Was Easier

There are a lot of things I feel like I should be writing about. Another celebrity who read stuff and has decided that she's an expert in epidemiology and shouldn't vaccinate her children. Another round or twelve of autistic self-advocates vs parents, shouting in circles at each other, never really listening, never really understanding that they are, for the most part, on the same side. The internet outrage machine blabbers on and on.

It's exhausting. I've been staying out of the fray for the last few months. I don't have the time to keep up with my friends so I certainly don't have time for any of that bullshit. I've stopped reading several pages that repeatedly make my blood boil and my head hurt, and I'm better for it. I highly recommend the therapeutic effect of the unlike button.

It's not that I don't care about these issues. They affect me, my friends, and my community. They affect you too. I have many half-written posts on the blog and in my head on several important issues. But at the end of a busy work day, I really just want a glass of wine and an episode of House of Cards.

The time change isn't helping either.

But I have a few moments right now, sitting with Jelly while she takes a bath. So I will tell you about a situation that I know I am fortunate to have, but that is adding another level of uncertainty to our lives these days. Remember when I wrote about our school choices for Jelly? (If not, you can catch up here.) The private school we were hoping for just sent out their decisions, and she was—wait for it—wait listed. Which makes me laugh because it's f-ing kindergarten and because what the hell are we supposed to do now?

Jelly was accepted to another private school, one that would be very good academically but I have a couple reservations about. It is our best current option, but if we take that spot we risk losing a hefty deposit if she later gets accepted to school #1.  If we don't take that spot, we risk not having a spot at all, which means one of the public school options, with the only guaranteed school being the one we are least excited about.

So I am once again left wondering why nothing can ever just be simple.

We told Jelly today the she probably wouldn't be going to school #1, and she was disappointed. She mostly liked the playground, and the art room with a how to draw princesses book. Playgrounds are everywhere, but that school does have a pretty fantastic art studio. Maybe next year.


  1. Don't you wonder who writes these draconian laws under which we try to live a normal life ?~!

  2. Ugh, why is getting into a nice preschool or kindergarten such a nightmare? As I try setup ABA for the first kid, I'm trying to find something to engage the second kid for few hours a day and I can't believe everywhere is a waitlist. Well, montessories anyway. :(


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