One thing led to another

and it was time for Cash to be born. (I also want to say I was going for antenatal testing 2x a week in addition to regular appointments, I had gestational diabetes which required daily insulin shots).
I had a scheduled C-section November 25. Bouncing baby boy weighing 8lbs 11oz. Luckily it was over Thanksgiving weekend so Elvis could spend sometime with family. Unluckily he brought home a really nasty cold that knocked him out and dad out for a week. After two weeks, it turned out my incision was infected so I 'got' to take some kick ass antibiotics and deal with the upset that caused to me and Cash. Breastfeeding was going okay, not great, but better than it did with Elvis.
Other illnesses and dealing with a new baby and sibling occupied our time until the week the application was due. Coincidentally it was also the week before I returned to work. I was focusing on breastfeeding and pumping up a store for when I returned to work on Jan 20th.
The week of the deadline: I just peaked at my to do list from that week, the application is not on it. At this point in my head I had convinced myself I had until the end of the month and had planned to take the application in the week of Jan 12, before returning to work.
On Wednesday, Jan 7th, after I returned from a breastfeeding while working class, Paul asked me when the application was due... I replied I'll take it down next week. (again I was thinking the end of the month). Friday Jan 9th, I took all my school info out and put it on the dinningroom table to look at when I got a chance, I never did. After a hectic day I sat down to read the chronicle at 10PM... and saw in the city section that today was the deadline. My heart stopped. I immediately went online, maybe the office was open until midnight. Maybe I should drive down and see? Could I slip it under the door? The office wasn't open late and there was no way to submit the application. Paul had fallen asleep with Elvis at bedtime and I went in and woke him up, at this point I'm fairly certain I was on the verge of a major anxiety attack. Paul calmed me down saying I could go down on Monday and explain the situation, surely they are still processing applications.

After not sleeping all weekend, I went down to the EPC, arriving at 9:15 AM. Very quiet, I was told no late applications are accepted. I asked to talk with a counselor. I did, she went and got her supervisor who told me the same thing. I started crying. At least I'd had two days to resign myself to my mistake or I would have completely lost it.

Note: if you happen to be reading this and you're not me: I apologize, I can't write. I am intelligent, I have a master's degree in chemistry.. i just can't spell or construct sentences. I hope my sons how to at their school!

Kicking Off

Well I've been really stressed lately. My son is entering kindergarten in the fall and I blew it on his application. I missed the deadline for San Francisco Unified School District. I think this may go down as the biggest mistake of my life, well at least of Elvis' life so far! I'm hoping if I put it down in one place, maybe I'll be able to sleep and not keep running all the possibilities over in my head. Paul, the father in this equation, keeps saying there is nothing to be done until May so we must just wait. Wait? He doesn't realize the rest of Elvis' life will be affected by this.

How did I let this happen? (ha, I've asked that question about 6,000 times so far this year.) Well I was nine months pregnant when the whole process began back in October. I went to the school fair and looked for possibilities besides Miraloma (our neighborhood school which had become very popular) which has been my favorite for the past few years. Found a few. Toured six schools in the beginning of November, thank goodness for maternity leave otherwise I'd have never been able to do it. My day was: take Elvis to preschool, tour school, go home and nap, pick Elvis up from preschool. Looking back, I guess I should have just napped.

I had my seven choices picked out: Miraloma, Lakeshore, Rooftop, Commadore Sloat, Clarendon, West Portal & Sunnyside. Yeah it was going to be a long shot, but I should get Sunnyside, right? I was prepared to love sunnyside but Lakeshore seemed to have more parental involvement, Rooftop had so much going on + no repeat of this process at 6th grade, Sloat had a great campus with lots of playground space for my rambunctious son, Clarendon -again so much going on, West Portal is where Elvis' grandmother works and Sunnyside was our backup. I was still debating, I could leave Clarendon out but which school would I replace it with?

Anyway, I got very pregnant, very tired, and forgot all about kindergarten. All of a sudden I was consumed with making it through this pregnancy without getting high blood pressure as I did with Elvis. I had boxes of clothes to sort and wash, good thing we'd saved all those clothes. It took us six hours to put the crib together, three hours searching for the very small pieces we'd placed in a zip lock and placed in a 'safe' place (in the garage, above where the crib was stored when we first put it down there). I was so busy at work I hadn't done anything to prepare for the baby figuring I'd have three or four weeks before the birth to prepare... but those weeks happened to be exactly when I could tour all the kindergarten classes.

ekk its time to get Elvis to bed, I'll have to finish this later.