I hate waiting...

So, we took Widget in for her "interview" at the school we want on Friday. They took her off to one of classrooms, while I waited and chatted with the director. This is probably for the best, as it aids in my attempt the shrug my shoulders in the face of something I can't really affect and let the fates do what they will. Had I been in the room, I'm sure I'd be second guessing every single bit of interaction that happened while we were there. Now, all there is to do is wait and see what they say

But I hate waiting. We know there were more applicants than spots (which, by the way, is the ONLY sense in which I was worrying about the "competitiveness" of the school. I don't give a rat's patootie about how "good" a school it is thought to be, I was only concerned for how many other families are trying to go there too), but not by how many. *vibrate* They said they thought they'd be mailing out letters by the end of this week, and I'm already being stupid about checking the mail. Do you suppose the old college adage about fat or thin envelopes still applies here?

*breathe in, breathe out* It's hardly a matter of life or death, now is it?