Seriously?

Micaela and I headed to our local rec center bright and early this morning at 6:00. To work out? Uh, no. To sit in a line of moms and dads trying to get their children into preschool. I initially thought Amelia would really enjoy going to a preschool class two days a week this Fall, but until Micaela noticed that registration was already starting, I had no idea how involved the process was, and how behind I was in preparing for this. Apparently, you don't just sign up. You wait in lines to get your name on waiting lists. So the doors opened at 5 a.m. and registration started at 8. We arrived around 6 and took our places at #30 and #31. Those in the front of the line had lined up outside the rec center as early as 3:30 a.m. We thought our chances seemed pretty good, until the lady in front of us announced that she had triplets and was trying to get into the same class. Really? Triplets? Come on. But as registration began and the line progressed, we thought we actually might make it. Then the lady in front of the triplets made it known that she had twins. It was down to the wire, when we noticed a lady try to sneak into our line. Thanks to Micaela, she was sent back to her seat (and no Micaela, you shouldn't feel bad about that) and Micaela and I scored the last two spots in the class.

So Amelia, you better enjoy this preschool class. And you have 6 months to get yourself potty trained.