So last week was Olivia's first week of preschool. And I'm not going to lie, it was hard on me. I'm not ready to say I have kids in school and that may sound lame but I don't care. I'm just not ready. And frankly- I don't know if I ever will be. But you'll be proud- I didn't make a blubbering fool of myself. I only cried when we left the house in the morning:
So all in all- she did good. I did good. I'm not used to her being in preschool but it'll get better. I think Jackson misses her during the day because when we go to pick her up he's SUPER excited to see her again. And they talk the entire way home.
Ugh- is this what getting old feels like?