We moved out of our old school district at the end of the school year, with the hopes of achieving open enrollment into Fynn’s sibling’s school district. We were summarily denied, as I, being unaware of the first-come first-serve policy, allowed others to go ahead of me whilst I waited on BD to arrive only to be told that he did not need to be there for me to register :P Being uncertain about the new school district, I opted to attempt to keep Fynn in her old school district for one more year, knowing that we will be in a more permanent place by the time she enters middle school next fall. That application, of course, was swiftly approved.

*fast forward two months*

We’ve settled in nicely into the new school district and school is starting 2 weeks from Monday. As we browse through the horrible assortment of school uniform shirts that are available, I began revisiting my decision to keep her in the old school. And one by one, the logic of my brain now has shot down the arguments from the logic of my brain then. I have been over and over everything and decided that the single obstacle that stands between us and the new district can be overcome with a few quick phone calls and conversations.

Some people say I’m flighty, but I think I just get smarter as time goes on.