This morning a friend called to tell me that she skipped out on her scheduled Live Oak tour. "I just don't think I can go on another tour," she said. "I'm so tired."
I could entirely relate.
I've enjoyed this school search much more than I ever imagined. I'm amazed by all the excellent schools in this city—they're far better than I expected. For the most part, I've felt nothing but energized and excited.
But this evening, I'm tired! Maybe it's the flu that I came down with over the weekend or maybe I'm just tired of listening to principals explain that every public school has a librarian due to Prop H. So far, I've toured 10 schools. I have about 10 more to go. Hopefully, I don't get fired at my day job for all the work I'm missing. This morning, I toured Miraloma and stayed on longer than expected because I loved the school and wanted to talk to the parent guides. When I arrived at work at 11 a.m., I raced past my boss's office, hoping he wouldn't see me. One of my co-workers spotted me and said, "If this is the amount of time you're putting into kindergarten, I can't imagine what college is going to be like." He lives in Alameda, so he doesn't understand the complicated SF school system.
So here it is 5:30 p.m. I've been up since 4 a.m. when three-year-old Sam woke up screaming. I then picked up the toys strewn about the house, did a load of laundry, made breakfast, threw together lunches for my kids, and then dropped the kids off at school. Did I shower? No way! There's no time for that. After dropping off the kids, I toured Miraloma. Then I drove around my work for 30 minutes looking for a no-permit-required street parking space because I can't afford the steep prices at the lot. Put in five hours at work (not enough to fulfill my responsibilities so I'll be working tonight), then picked up my kids. Back at home, I wolfed down a quick bowl of cereal—and now it's time to hop in the car to go to an open house at San Francisco Day School. I'm so tempted to blow it off. But I gotta go. Who knows? It could be the one.
Sorry for whining!