wish that i wasn't once again awash in confusion and stress about schools. all that thinking we went through before choosing schools for the first lottery seems like it was an utter waste of time, and now we are trying to figure out what to aim for in the second lottery. immersion? creativity? proximity? i am so so so so tired of thinking about this stuff. the second form is due by friday, then we wait another month while a computer whirls things around and spits things out, then we can still get on a wait pool list and even check out the open enrollment options. goodie can't wait.
starting to feel like i am different from most people i know, who mostly moved away to buy houses or are staying here and sending their kids to private school. hoping i am not, as one friend said months ago and which keeps echoing in my head "sacrificing my children for my liberal ideals." feeling bad.
this weekend? another birthday party, we walked to precita park and bounced in a jumpy castle (with slide, miles has already requested this for next year), watched kids chaotically bat at a stubborn pinata, tried to avoid school talk. maya got in and bounced! finally! on easter the kids found jelly beans the easter bunny sprinkled around the living room and quickly ate them all. then we were invited to uncle mike's for another sugar hunt. i saw THE EASTER SKUNK in his yard, which was pretty exciting. we walked to their park and saw part of a baseball game with a crowd of 90% latino men, horns blowing, delicious smelling bbq, and some close calls and machismo with the umpire.
then last night miles and i hiked up over the highway to check out bring your own bigwheel.
this was a joyous event, me and my boy in the perfect weather amidst mobs of friendly hipsters, watching as big wheels, toddler trucks and tiny tricycles ridden by (mostly)smiling, helmeted grownups in costumes which included evil (evelyn) knieval, a gorilla, a shark, a bulldog, assorted monsters and (gasp) even a teenage mutant ninja turtle zoomed past. i was laughing out loud for much of the race which was a nice change from wondering if i am a terrible unlucky mom who is sending her kid to kindergarten hell in a few months. maybe next year i will take the pink big wheel from our closet, strap on a helmet and some knee pads, and ride that thing down vermont street with the other crazy happy urban goofballs.
better go. i am going to call amtrak to find out options for a cross country train trip this summer....
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