There are days that I wonder why I am allowed to have my own children.
Rooster is in Kindergarten. She’s my first school going child. Joy School didn’t count as REAL school, neither did Miss Jan’s Preschool…I was paying bucks for it and that bought me the liberty of choosing when to skip school and go to the zoo on the days we didn’t feel like cutting and pasting and eating fishy crackers.
The very first day I took her to REAL school I dropped her off and it hit me. Nope, I didn’t cry, I didn’t feel sad one bit, but there was this sudden, crushing, terrible weight on my shoulders that made my heart actually hurt when it dawned on me that I actually have to take my kid to school or I could go to jail.
