Firstly a note to self: the garden centre is NOT the place to call the council. Blubbing mess is not a look to be seen outside of the house.
When I dropped Phoebe off at school today someone told me that the waiting lists were out. Clara and I had to go to the garden centre to get plants to fill a flower bed now my tulips have flowered. Anyway once we got to the carpark I googled the number and called them. We are 29th on the list for our favoured school and 16th on the lists of the other 2 we like. I sobbed down the phone at the poor woman, she asked if we had appealed and I pointed out as there was no section on the application about faith we had no grounds to appeal. So it looks like Phoebe will be attending the school we don't like come September unless a miracle occurs.
Our only other thoughts are to try and appeal on the grounds of my mental health. The 3rd school on our list is on it as a Mybecky's girls go there and therefore I have guaranteed support if I have a bad day (or another migraine). I will see what happens but if needs be we will have to follow that route, although I really hate having to play that card. Especially for a new school as I don't want Phoebe to start under the tagline of "warning Mother is a looper".
I have been looking into home schooling for us and have ordered some Jolly Phonic workbooks for Phoebe and I to do together (and, lets face it, Clara too). I haven't ruled it out yet, although I do think she deserves a better teacher than me.
What is getting to me the most is the great unknown of it all. I have no school to go and look around (at least none of it is relevant to me yet as Phoebe isn't a junior and the new site is a junior school) and no head teacher to talk to. Once I am less emotional about it all I will make some calls and see if I can find someone who can reassure me about this new school and what the ethos will be like. However as I have been crying on and off all day about it, it could be a while before I make those calls! I just wish this was straightforward and I had some sort of say in it, but alas I am a passenger and I am not a good one.