First Day of School

So I cried.

I did not cry last year for first grade.

I was hysterical the first day of kindergarten.


But the neighbor mom, whose kids are a year ahead of mine, had to pur her little girl on the bus. (And let me just say, that the Britney-fied outfit from Justice should not be made in that tiny little size.)And so the big brother held her hand and helped her up on to the bus, and I started tearing up. And when the mom turned around visibly crying, I lost it. And then she said, "now what am I going to do?"

And that's the point really. Five turns into eighteen. And then what are you going to do?