Last night I picked up a message on my phone from the local leisure centre saying that BB had finally made it to the front of the waiting list for the 'mini kickers' class after a few months of waiting! Woo hoo ..... and could I call back to confirm that he wanted a place in the class.
I asked BB if he would like to join his friends in the class when nursery started again. His face lit up and he made me play footie in the garden with him until daddy called us in. I made a big show of calling the centre whilst he was there to confirm his place- only to be told there were no places left.....Hold on a minute, she surely hadn't heard me right- they'd called ME and told ME there wad a space for him. There was no deadline placed on the return call and this was less than 24 hours later. I was informed that we were at the front of the queue - if that helped. Well no it doesn't bloody help, we've waited months for this and I seriously doubt anyone will drop out now until at least next year - do they want to come over and explain this to what will be a devastated three year old. Talk about dangling a carrot. Who did they give his place to? How many people did they call for this magical place in the class. I didn't realise it was a race..... boy did mummy fail in this simple task. I feel like shite, and I'm seriously pissed off!
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