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So.... My Dad brought up kindergarten for the itty bit this afternoon.
Everything is just so... up in the air right now.
At first I was kind of shocked when he told me he wanted me to think about putting Nathan's name down for a few of the private schools down here.
He knew they would have to be footing the bill, but he pointed out that we're really not sure when my graduation date is going to be. In fact, By the time my estimated graduation date roll's around, He'll be turning five. Now the daycare has a pre-k program, but what if it's time for him to go to school and I have school left, or I don't have a job, or an apartment to move into.
Right now it's just all up in the air. Can I find a job, where can I find a job, will I have enough money to move, where will his school be and how close. Will I have money.
All in all it's just ... I don't know. And I have to keep reminding myself to prepare for it, while NOT NOT NOT just freaking the fuck out. YES. I do want to move out, but to be on my own, I mean truly on my own, for the first time with the little bit to look after. Yes it freaks me right the fuck out.
So I think tonight I'm going to write a little bit more, and then curl up in bed and knit and listen to harry potter. Harry potter makes me happy
Everything is just so... up in the air right now.
At first I was kind of shocked when he told me he wanted me to think about putting Nathan's name down for a few of the private schools down here.
He knew they would have to be footing the bill, but he pointed out that we're really not sure when my graduation date is going to be. In fact, By the time my estimated graduation date roll's around, He'll be turning five. Now the daycare has a pre-k program, but what if it's time for him to go to school and I have school left, or I don't have a job, or an apartment to move into.
Right now it's just all up in the air. Can I find a job, where can I find a job, will I have enough money to move, where will his school be and how close. Will I have money.
All in all it's just ... I don't know. And I have to keep reminding myself to prepare for it, while NOT NOT NOT just freaking the fuck out. YES. I do want to move out, but to be on my own, I mean truly on my own, for the first time with the little bit to look after. Yes it freaks me right the fuck out.
So I think tonight I'm going to write a little bit more, and then curl up in bed and knit and listen to harry potter. Harry potter makes me happy