Last night I woke up panicked about a dream I'd had. We were stressed out about the application process for the Gifted Artist Preschool that we were enrolling Tank into. They had extensive paperwork to fill out, and significant money to put down, and tests of Tank's abilities, and meetings we had to attend. It was really putting a strain on our entire family. I remember thinking to myself, both in the dream and right after waking, that I should look at this as one small piece in our family's puzzle. And that I should be grateful that the other areas of our lives were good: our children are healthy, Rob has a job, our house is standing. Things like that. I was giving myself mini-pep talks to just get through the stress of it all.
Serves me right for making up the preschool just to be funny on my blog.
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Gifted Artist Preschool? Please tell me this is a joke. Such a place would just set a kid up to be bratty and think he's better than all the other kids. No offense. But Tank is way nicer than that.
Oh, yeah. Totally a joke. I made up the preschool to go along with my post about my kids' artwork. So far as I know, there is no preschool of the sort.
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