Pre-K Schme-K

I think we’re the only family in G County that isn’t participating in some sort of out-of-the-home schooling for The Girl. Occasionally I’ll get odd looks from people who know the husb is an assistant principal at a great elementary school that has a pre-K…yet we’re not participating. More than once I’ve been asked, “Don’t you want to get AT LEAST one of your kids out of the house while it’s available?”

Are you serious Clark? Apparently they have not seen my diploma with my Masters of Stay-At-Home-Momness hanging on the wall. I chose this career!

There is a reason why The Girl won’t be attending Pre-K this year even though she’s hit the ripe old age of 4. It’s called: I NEED HER HELP!

What did I do to receive this gem of a daughter?



Carter has informed me that I’m going to be a basket-case this time next year. I firmly agree. To think I’ll be dropping off my first born, my Girl, to a huge building full of strangers, to be taught by someone I don’t know anything about, to be away from me for more waking hours than she’s with me. That’s a hard pill to swallow.

But I’m excited for her. As much as I’d love to keep her to myself and be her forever teacher, I can’t keep her from having those awesome schooly experiences that I had growing up. She needs a different voice…a different perspective…a challenge.

She informed me today, “Mommy, did you know that ‘alligator’ has 4 syllables?”

Well I’ll be.

Me thinks Little Miss Scholarly is going to be just fine without Pre-K.