The first day at the new preschool/day care is proceeding.
I have called twice, once to ensure that they found her gloves in her coat pocket before playground time and once to check on her status.
She was fine, playing with puzzles, asking after daddy a few times. Having a good day.
Me? Feel weepy and a little sick. Dave has said I’m not appropriately articulating why I feel the way I feel in a way that makes sense. Who said I have to make sense?