Suddenly Inevitable

I was absolutely adamant about not sending our son to public school, preferring to home school him until he needed to gather some paperwork for college or asked to attend school. I was hoping that by the time he would need to gather paperwork for college there would be some kind of computer-assisted solution and he'd never have to go to public school. My mother had been on my side, because she is a Montessori teacher and we have an entire house full of school supplies at our disposal. My husband had been for sending the lad to Kindergarten because it would afford me some more one-on-one time with our daughter and permit me to get some tie dye done. For some unfathomable reason, a few weeks ago my mother announced that she thought we should send Little Nigel to Kindergarten so that she would have a chance to organize the schoolrooms. With no support from my mother I had no choice but to cave in and register the kid for Kindergarten. The whole thing makes me extremely angry and depressed. We went to meet Little Nigel's teacher last evening and she's a lovely person, the schoolroom is beautiful and I'm sure Little Nigel will have a wonderful time. I'm still angry and depressed. I'm angry because even though I made my position clear to all parties, I have been overruled, which makes me feel like I have no control over my own kid's activities. I'm angry because the whole story about "organizing the schoolrooms" is probably a blow-out-the-carb-level pipe dream, based on the number of organizing projects that have actually been completed around here without some kind of immediacy-inspiring incentive like a dead rat stinking up the store room. I'm angry because the opinion of both my husband and mother is that sending the kid to school will reduce my stress level and that is pure horse pucky because now I have to have a working morning routine that gets the kid off to school with everything he needs for the day; a nice packed lunch, clean clothing, actual underwear, homework. I also have to have a working afternoon routine that allows me to check out his schoolwork and spend some quality time with him before I have to feed him, tub him and send him off to bed. In between these routines I am supposed to be making tie-dye inventory along with the daily chores and spending time with MaryJane, who is right at her potty-training start point. I'm depressed because I don't think anybody around here gets that my stress level is going to go up up up, not down, no matter how happy making tie-dye makes me because that activity is not going to cancel out all the other stress-inducing shenanigans that go on around here and I can't even imagine what kind of stress-inducing shenanigans will arise from Little Nigel's Kindergarten Experience. So basically, some other people have gone ahead and set something up that I will have to cope with and maintain while they sit on down, pat themselves on the back for "helping" me, and just do whatever they damn well please!