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She's Too Damn Smart For Preschool Anyway

At least this year she is.*

We took Peanut out of preschool for the rest of the year. We did this the day after I was released from the hospital. We did it for several reasons. Mainly it was the money. We just bought the minivan a couple weeks earlier and then I end up in the hospital for a week plus the two ER visits a few days before that. I'm sure our bill there will be more than the minivan.

The other reason, the more important one I think, is that she had no connection to her teacher. To be honest, it really was the teacher not having a connection with any of the kids or parents that I could see. I realize she isn't my son's preschool teacher from last year (a saint in our family) but this teacher is the polar opposite. I never heard singing or fun being had when I would go to pick up the Peanut. The teacher wouldn't really talk to the parents about the child's day. The teaching assistant was fabulous and wanted to do more things with the kids and the teacher was against that. The Peanut would never come home and talk about school or what she did unless I asked her about a painting and showed it to her. Otherwise, she would say (rather blandly) that they played at the sensory table or read a book. That was it. But I know we made the right choice. I know this because in the month that she's been out of school, she's never once asked why she isn't going. She doesn't miss it. I think we'll all do better next year. Different school, different teacher. She'll be going to the same school as the Monkey. I think he'll like that. He won't admit it but he will think it's cool that his sister is there.

So we have "preschool" at home. While the Monkey is at Kindergarten, the Peanut and Baby Girl have their own preschool at home. They paint, color, practice letters. They love it. Makes me consider home schooling.

Then I come to my senses and smack myself silly.

*she's only 3.5 so she still has another year of "school" before she can go to Kindergarten.

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