I dropped Andrew off today at school. I was the only parent that walked their child to the classroom. What are they, HEARTLESS? I think a lot of the kids are 2nd, 3rd and 4th children in the family and by then, I guess you just pat them on the head and say, "Bye, You". So it killed me to stop the "DON'T LEAVE ME" squeeze of a hug but I did. Sure, I lingered at the door to see if he'd turn around, but he didn't. Sure, I looked in the window to see if he'd look up, but he didn't. Crap. He's fine without me.
So then I start to cry, run into my sister, who mocks me. I leave, go to target and spend $150 on stuff we need. Does anyone need some Dr. Seuss bags? I have a few.
Its odd having one on one time with Elsie now. She doesn't talk as much, or as clearly. Its like she's Icelandic. She repeats whatever syllabic sound she thinks represents something and becomes increasingly more frustrated as I don't know what Lankeycorn is (turns out its a purple unicorn). She amazingly went down for a nap and now here I am with time on my hands. I made a French press coffee, ate two brownies and went online. New routine I guess, for 3 out of the 5 days of the week.
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