Preschool admissions. It's where the parenting strong are separated from the parenting weak. It's where you dig deep, way down deep inside, and see just what kind of parenting stuff you're made of.
Would you schedule a C-section in order to ensure your child will get one of 5 slots a school offers newborns each month? Would you fill out preschool application forms with an epidural stuck in your back? Would you start calling preschools at 5 weeks pregnant (essentially, as soon as the stick turns blue)? Or phone your desired school twice a day, everyday, for six months? How about sending flowers each week until your child is accepted? Or refusing to leave the preschool building until your child is secured a spot?
You wouldn't do that? Pfffffft. *cough* wusses *cough* Good luck getting your kids into Oxford, say these London parents.
