stakes for securing a place for one's kids
Today I was listening to a conversation that reminded me of something a while back I'd gone through. Some of you may already be switched on to what I'm about to divulge. Nursery places.
A friend of mine at work just found out she's pregnant. No sooner had she got used to the news of how far in the pregnancy she was before she was on the gravy train to getting a place in the nursery. Are any of you aware that babies now have to sit exams which can determine their suitability for a place in a nursery? This is for real. Babies (actually feotuses) have to be gauged for suitability for a place in a day care facility that will monitor its nappy content, to how much snot they have before they even make an appearance into the world. My friend was already stressed out before she worked out what the labour pains entailed…
Nurseries are such highly sought after places that I should perhaps be branching into this line of work. Imagine having to fill out an application form almost similar to a CV in the hope of securing a place for an unborn child? Or even strategizing over who to befriend so that your unborn child gets an edge over all else into a prestigious school. Or even still, having to forge an imaginary relationship with your parish priest/vicar? This is crazy – but hey who said life was anything but that? I am too tired to go into details right now, but shall hopefully return with more on this unfolding saga of my friend. I look on helplessly as she goes through the motions that I too travelled not so long ago...