There's a lovely little preschool, I have been admiring for a few years now. One I've always envisioned the boys going to. Just a short walk from home and right near the school they'll be attending, it's a perfect option for our family. This week, I received an offer of a position for Angus, starting next year. As with most of the preschools in the area, this one had a huge waiting list. So we're pretty lucky to get a spot. My initial relief and excitement was replaced quickly by concern and guilt.
This year has presented an extraordinary set of circumstances, which will ultimately mean when Angus starts at the new preschool in January, it will be his third change in a year. I feel awful thinking about this. The idea of uprooting him from yet another preschool, only to start all over again in a new one, is one I'm definitely not looking forward to. The hardest part being how very settled and happy he is with his current teachers and friends. I also, love the current setup (with the exception of the half hour drive, in peak hour traffic, for drop off and pick up). In no way was it supposed to turn out like this. However, certain outcomes in life are taken clean out of our control.
So I have been busy agonising over this issue. Dealing with dates and times and enrolment forms. Plus, being far too chicken to mention anything to Angus... or even his teachers. I really need to thicken this skin of mine. To cap off an extremely on the go couple of days with my littlest boy, we spent a beautiful hour down by the harbour. Wasting time before picking Angus up from preschool. This location would have to be one of my favourites. I've enjoyed the view here many a time over the years. While we haven't exactly experienced the sultry heat of Summer since we kicked it off yesterday, Felix and I made the most of the fresh and gusty afternoon, bathed in sunshine, at the most breathtaking of parks around.