This morning, despite the utter chaos, I feel pretty good about leaving her there. I mean, I met the teacher, I made sure she was in the right line, I watched her go in the door; she's good.
Except, she's there until 3:30. That's the whole day. The WHOLE day. And while I've dreamed about this moment for the last couple of months, I still feel... a little empty.
Not that I would change a thing. My sanity has been severely at stake for the last couple of weeks.
I'm just relating the state of mind that may have led to the following conversation:
Me: Wow! Grade one! You're getting so big! And this year you're going to stay for lunch. The WHOLE day! Wow!
Me: So what would you like for you first day of school lunch? I can make whatever you'd like!*
Beege: I'd like to have puff pastry raviolis!**
Beege: You know, like Cat Cora made that time on the Iron Chef! And can they be star shaped?
On the upside, I learned to make ravioli.
*This is not something you should say to your child. Ever.
**For the record, they were not "puff pastry ravioli", they were more like puff pastry pop tarts.