With DD starting preschool and me suddenly having uninterrupted time to write my novel, blogging is not exactly on top of my priorities right now. So, a few updates.
DD is in preschool now, three days a week, two hours each day. I sat with her in the class during the first 3-4 days, but after that she seemed to be doing quite well. Of course, please remember I have a low standard, so by “quite well” I mean she still follows her teacher around and was too shy to talk until very recently. That’s fine for me. I don’t really expect her to instantly warm up to the new environment.
I think preschool is a much-needed break for both of us. She seems to be more cheerful and independent; she self-feeds and puts on her own shoes and, most importantly, her tantrums are tamer now.
I, on the other side, have six hours a week to write. It feels so good to have uninterrupted writing time. And, now that I have other mommies to talk to, this is also an improvement to my social life, lol.
Putting DD in preschool feels like a good decision now–at least it’s not one of those parenting decisions that keep me up at night, ruminating: “Is this the right thing to do? Did I just ruin her life?”. But months before that, I used to agonize over the choices, wondering if she’s too young, if it’s just me wanting to have a break from her, and so on and so forth.
In one of NPR podcasts, I heard that we usually feel better once we made an irrevocable decision. This counts as irrevocable, I guess, since we had to pay quite a lot for the admission fee. So once we paid for it, we just don’t look back.
But what interests me now is what happens when the decision is not irrevocable. What with having an overwhelming number of choices (in just about everything in life) and the FOMO phenomena, I often find myself agonizing over the road not taken. There are two types of people in regards to decision-making, if I remember correctly: satisficers and maximizers. And, not surprisingly, I realize I’m on the more miserable team, the maximizers. So it’s not that I’m lousy with making decisions. Instead, I’m just lousy at being satisfied with the decisions I made.