My grammar class – the one that was to run in the afternoon, conveniently between when the girls get home from school and when Mr. Chili normally arrives home from work – was cancelled the other day. There weren’t enough students enrolled in the section to keep it open.
I’m disappointed, but not so much as I expected I’d be. It was going to be damned inconvenient to have to find kid-care for the mini-Chilis twice a week, despite O’Mama‘s VERY generous offer to take them home with her. One of the things I love most about my job is that, up to (and, I guess, including) now, it hasn’t interfered with my primary role as mommy.
Still, I was really looking forward to the class, if for no other reason than my first grammar class gave me LOTS of good stories to tell – why would this one be any different? – and I’m sure it would have been a gold mine for Grammar Wednesday topics…