So, I filled the form in and rather than post it I decided to drop the form in to the school on my way back home from shopping last week.
See, the thing is I was quite emotional as it was 'that' time of the month. You know... the time when any usually serene and angelic woman turns into a mega-bitch from hell? The time of the month when you could quite easily feel like stabbing someone if they look at you the wrong way one minute or burst into tears watching a dumb TV commercial the next? Yup, if you're a woman, you'll know exactly what I mean.
So, I walked into the school with Mini Cheddar and it was fabulous, very organised but very friendly. All the staff greeted me warmly and I was taken inside for more of a look around. They interacted with Mini Cheddar and got her talking (she can be a little shy with strangers) whilst I sorted out where the form was to go. Next thing I know Mini Cheddar was wanting to leave me to join in with all the school children and even indicated that she wanted to wear the uniform.
I carried Mini Cheddar out of the school, got in the car and then the floodgates opened.
I couldn't stop crying.
If this is what I'm like now, I really need to buy some shares in Kleenex or something before she does start school.