As I have mentioned before, we don't like the girl very much and are intent on sending her away to boarding school so that we don't have to parent anymore.
We've narrowed it down to two schools.
One is 45 minutes away.
The other is 9.5 hours away.
Both are excellent schools. Both would be good for her. Either will be lucky to have her.
I keep vacillating, as does the girl, about which school would be the better fit.
The husband doesn't really vacillate. He's made his decision.
It's the school 9.5 hours away.
And that's where I'm leaning.
And that's where the girl is leaning.
Except for at night, or first thing in the morning, when I think, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? SHE'S JUST A BABY! SHE NEEDS TO STAY AT HOME, WITH HER MOMMY.
At that point, I start thinking about homeschooling.
When did making a positive decision for my child's future become so fucking hard? Why doesn't this get any easier?
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