Today was Kara's first day of pre-school. She's been excited about it all week. I didn't think she was going to be able to go to sleep last night with all that jumping and squealing she was doing. She popped up out of bed this morning with bright eyes about going to school. We got to the school around 7:45am. Since it was the first day, everyone had to meet up and split the kids into classes. Kara was into everything there. Asking fifty questions about where the books were, where was the class, are there swings... You name it, and she asked it. She was very outgoing. When we finally got to her class, all the other kids were standing around with their parents. Not mine. She was rambling. When the parents were leaving, there were several crying kids. Not mine. She gave me a kiss and told me bye-bye. I left. I came home and had 3 hours and 30 minutes to do whatever I wanted. I got laundry done, dishes washed, house partially cleaned and even played about 30 minutes of WoW. By this time, I was ready for Kara to come home. I could pick her up at 11:30am. I left early. Very early. I spent extra time riding around so I wouldn't look like the 'eager' parent picking up a kid. I walked up the class door to get her. What did I see? A whole bunch of happy, smiling kids. Except mine. She had snot and tears everywhere. Her face was beet red and swollen from crying. Her teacher said she did really well all morning until it was time to get ready to go home. Kara was scared her Mommy wouldn't come get her. That made me feel good and bad at the same time. Good because it means my kid really does like me and bad because my kid thinks I'd forget about her.I have GOT to make a mental note to never be late to pick her up. She may have a breakdown.
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| Up and at 'em! | Out the door! |
