Some days

...it's all just a little too much.
Don't you agree?

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Ok. I'm back.
Yes, that was me, the woman walking down the hill from school, pushing an empty stroller, and weeping.
Pathetic.

That was also me, the woman Google-ing "compulsory age for school in New York State" this morning.
Double pathetic.

Also me? The phone call on the way back from drop-off, telling my husband quite gravely that "we're not doing the right thing."
Oy.

It's just that...
Anna started five-day-a-week Pre-K today, and it took me by surprise, how much I just wasn't ready.

She, mind you, is all about ready. Not a minute's worry.

I, mind you, could certainly use the measly two-and-a-half hours to get some things done around here.

But still. I had my moment of panic, I went home and instead of folding some laundry, blog-posted my angst (see first two lines of post), then (oh my, already!?) it was time to pick her up.

Anna, how'd you like school?


I think we'll be ok.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt