Procrastination is my biggest downfall. I’m the type of squirrel who rushes around gathering nuts just before winter hits. Back in high school, I used to arrive early to finish my homework before class.
With age apparently doesn’t come wisdom, because I really should know better by now.
Last Wednesday, I had a quick referral meeting about getting my son into preschool. Fifteen minutes tops. Pre-Meeting, I thought, I’ll go home afterward and get some words down before I pick up the kids from daycare. During the meeting, I mentioned my husband was considering switching which daycare the kiddos attend. The meeting gals nodded and made a suggestion. Woot! I’d check it out on my way home.
I stopped by the suggested daycare and yes, the place looks excellent. Except they’re booked for my son’s age group. After getting on the waiting list, that prompted me to remember I wanted to see about getting my daughter into a local club for the summer. I’d first started considering this back in January and here it was June.
Phone call one: the first club location was full. Oy Vey! After a bit of back and forth with my husband, we picked another location. Phone call two: Yes, they have openings, but they are going quickly and you must attend an orientation before you can register. Orientation is held on Wednesday night at 5PM and if you’re late, you’ll have to come back the next week. I checked my watch. It was 3:30.
Good thing I’d gotten off early for my son’s preschool meeting.
Oh, but they require the kids be at least going into first grade (check!) and six years old (doh!). The girl doesn’t turn six until the fall. But I could take a report card to the orientation to prove she’s doing well in school and they might give her a pass.
Next stop, Elementary School!
After getting her grades from the school, I popped over to pick up my daughter so I could get to a different part of town (technically another city) before orientation started. Thankfully, my husband was able to get my son so that I didn’t have a rambunctious little boy running around during it.
By 5:45, I’d gotten my daughter squared away for the summer, using my smartphone to register her as soon as the orientation was over. It’s first come, first served, and my daughter really liked the place and I liked the opportunities it provided. It’s en route to my husband’s work, and inexpensive compared to daycare.
But guess what. I still haven’t squared away my son’s care, which was what prompted this entire mad dash. I’ve been checking out a number of places, most of which don’t have availability. Last night, though, I think I found the spot. I just need to fill out the paperwork to get him registered before his class reaches capacity.
And I didn’t get any writing done either.
Do you ever procrastinate? What would you consider your downfall? Have you ever dealt with child care woes?