Taj Mahl

I did it. I drove to my daycare of choice today. Parked. Went in. Asked for information and a tour. Liked it. Only to be told I am WAIT LISTED!!! Wait listed?!?! Wait listed!?!?!? Wait listed?!?!?! The school is very popular - especially with teachers. It is also very expensive. So I am suprised, given the economy, that there is still a wait list. I expected there to be at least one opening but there is a wait list! And I am THIRD on the wait list. Now, being third on the wait list doesn't sound like much but when you are third trying to get into a classroom of 10 and the only way you get in is when a baby ages out to 12 months...third is quite the wait. My "tour guide" actually uttered the words "Well, she could end up starting in January when she is 1." ONE???

There is hope though. She said to keep calling monthly to check in. She said when you call they put a star by your name to indicate you are very interested. So when an opening occurs they try to push you to the top. I must say this does strike a bit of a nerve with me. If they know I am interested in having Emma there why must I keep calling monthly. Seems like a lot of hoop jumping. If they are adding people to their waitlist that they believe truly aren't interested then why add them? I think the downfall of their waitlist is you don't have to put a deposit down. So, parents can just add their name and if their name cames up - it does, if it doesn't - it doesn't. They haven't lost anything. I need to find that list and add a couple stars. Just a couple, I wouldn't over do it.

This whole situation reminds me of my senior year in high school when I wanted so badly to go to Chapel Hill. It was all I wanted. I didn't even need a tour, I wanted to be a Tar Heel. I applied, got in, and sent my early bird deposit (or whatever they call it). Well, when my parents took me to visit I HATED IT! I can just see it now. I bend over backwards calling each month, making Emma's name known at the Taj Mahl of daycares, finally Emma gets in only to get diaper rash. I still have flash backs to my incident of Tar Heel diaper rash every time I see Carolina Blue.