Summer Camp
Apr. 2nd, 2011 01:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaSo, we agonized and decided to send Casper to summer camp at the local nature center for a few weeks, with her friends. Dillo will be at the YMCA all summer. (That was a very short version of the agonizing. There were other issues.)
Signup started at 9am. Due to some printing problems, mr. flea didn't leave the house until close to 9:30.
He came home at 12:55. He was number 144 when he got there; apparently people started lining up at 6:30, they started giving out numbers at 7:30, and they started taking applications at 9. We got one of the 3 weeks we wanted, and are on a waiting list for the others.
SERIOUSLY?? I really hate this shit. It's the worst part of parenting for me - the constant striving and anxiety about getting your kid into the best thing, and is it enriching enough. It's all upper middle class status- and class-anxiety, and I hate it.
Signup started at 9am. Due to some printing problems, mr. flea didn't leave the house until close to 9:30.
He came home at 12:55. He was number 144 when he got there; apparently people started lining up at 6:30, they started giving out numbers at 7:30, and they started taking applications at 9. We got one of the 3 weeks we wanted, and are on a waiting list for the others.
SERIOUSLY?? I really hate this shit. It's the worst part of parenting for me - the constant striving and anxiety about getting your kid into the best thing, and is it enriching enough. It's all upper middle class status- and class-anxiety, and I hate it.