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Posted on 11.28.06 at 8:26 pm
Thank goodness for The Goodnight Show. DD never used to give the tv a second look but now at bedtime, she asks for her milk and “pill-oh” [read: her satin pillow] and “feevee” [read: tv] and happily lays in our bed to watch her show before going to bed. I know, I know, tv is evil and all but really, is taking advantage this time to have 15 minutes of peace and quiet so reprehensible? I think not. (Although I did hear that the chick who was hosting that show earlier this year was fired because she starred in an adult film during the first part of her career – but that’s neither here nor there…)
So my latest challenge is finding the perfect nursery school for DD. The new year is approachng and I’ve already witnessed first-hand the crazed drama involved with getting your child on the waiting list, preparing for interviews and the like. [Yes, I did say nursery school] And while I refuse to become Mom-Zilla, I do recognize the importance of nurturing my soon-to-be 3-year-old’s mind at this crucial time in her life, and so I’ve made a few appointments at schools to get a feel for the nursery school landscape. Note: This all would have sounded hilarious to me 5 years ago. The thing I cannot understand, well actually, there are a couple – so the thingS that I cannot understand are the cost of these programs and the hours they are offered. $15,000 for a three-year-old? Are you kidding me? And who can enroll their child in a program that is offered Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 9:30am to 1:30pm? Umm, I know I’m in a growing minority and all, but aren’t there any moms out there that still work full-time? I just don’t get it. In any case, I’m on the job (pun intended) and will let you know how the open houses go.
In other news, I already miss my mom and my sister who were here for Thanksgiving. It was just like old times – laughing until we cried, shopping, doing ridiculous versions of the Running Man, eating artichokes [with lots of garlic butter], homemade candy apples, sausage dogs with Dijon, and watching bad movies while all bundled up under one blanket on the couch.
Hey! I think there’s one candy apple left! Niiiice. On that note…
