Today was a crazy day for us. Presley is starting preschool on friday and I'm running ten different directions at once and can't finish a thought (that part is pretty common)... It's all good stuff and I'm excited for this year (have I said that already?).
I have to admit as excited as I am for her to start preschool (I drive her nuts). The thought of dropping her off is a bit hard to stomach. All these thought of what could happen keep rushing in... This might be the reason for my running in ten different directions, trying not to focus on letting go (even if it is only 2.5 hrs).