Wednesday morning I stirred at 1am and couldn’t get back to sleep. There was that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that was telling me to look at my local council website to find out what school Moo had been accepted into.
Begrudgingly I logged on and begrudgingly logged back off as I couldn’t work out what I was looking at.
I woke at 6.30am to a text on a friend who’s little girl attends the play-school saying she had got into the school, so I managed to pull my heavy body out of bed and try again. Its been stressful since putting in this application as its a village school and it only takes 30 places and as its a Church Of England the parish of the church gets first look and catchment comes further down the line, even though I live a stones throw away.
Looking online I still couldn’t work it out and I decided to leave it and wait for my email to come through, I couldn’t work out where it said “accepted” or “chosen school” I didn’t know what I was looking for. Then I saw it.
I noticed first the last offer refused, and my heart dropped and my first thought was, why have they refused my offer, so I looked up the list, and noticed the others had been refused too, I honestly thought I had done something wrong, I didn’t get the form in on time or I had missed something of. Then as I read more clearly I saw in black and white
FIRST PREFERENCE: OFFER PLACED
My heart skipped a beat and I shed a tear. My main worry was Moo being split from her friends and now I don’t have that worry. Its been a long 5 months in waiting but its a relief to know that she got the right school in the end!