I paid the deposit on Nicholas' daycare yesterday without tears. The lack of tears may have been solely that the center is opening a brand new location a couple doors down from where they are now. Preschool will stay in the old spot while the babies will be in the new.
Jacob is going to start intramural soccer next week and he has been invited to start in some sort of special weekly class session for kids who done can write and read and problemsolving real goodlike. I'm guessing it's a gifted program that isn't labeling itself as such. I have mixed feelings. Of course I'm proud, but as a product of Public School Gifted Programs, I often feel like I should be really clever and quick and smart and witty and knowledgeable and outside the box about everything but I'm not so sure that is true. I think Talented And Gifted and whatever it was that it called itself in the later years (see? I can't even remember) gave me a complex that I wasn't as TAGgy as the other kids. Or maybe the complex was already there and TAG was not to blame at all. I'm not sure where most of those other kids ended up, but the ones I do know of landed in computer and science careers. I don't even know what defragging means and while we base a lot of what we do and teach at work on Real! Live! Science! I wouldn't be able to say I was a scientist.
A social scientist, maybe. Real scientists LOVE when you say you're a social scientist. Like when a medical doctor finds out that your Dr title comes from studying Contemporary English Literature.
That's why I like that I work for a Public Health agency, not a Social Work agency. Sounds more sciencey. Makes me feel smarter.
Being home all day makes me feel dumb.
And it makes me realize that my cats aren't these sweet little babies they seem to be after 5pm. They are brutal savages that go places they aren't allowed to go during non-business hours. I'm starting not to love them so much.