In two weeks my Sunshine Girl starts nursery school. I have discussed this decision with my close friends over and over trying to understand if this is actually necessary.  It still seems a bit unnecessary- but I trust that when I am too weak to make the right decision they will push me forward anyway. 

Filling out the nursery school paperwork was nearly impossible for me, as they ask you to describe your child. They literally leave only three lines to complete this task on! I nearly directed them to this blog. Instead I flipped the paper over and wrote until I felt satisfied. Until I emphasised the fact that she’s complicated, and  that we’re complicated,  and that sometimes she doesn’t listen to authority ( or all of the time). I explained her as best I could and then asked (nicely) if I could be called for all volunteer positions- such as craft day.  

I asked Matt to come with me on her first day. I want him to be there sort of for her, but mostly to hold me up. I’m afraid my knees will buckle and I will faint, or worse I will try to walk in with her and take a seat on the circle rug.

The director of the school walked me around ( this was the second time she had to do this for me) and introduced me to her teacher ( again our second meeting) and she even let us sit in on a music class…excuse me Sunny’s music class. I will say in the few minutes we were there they taught Sunny more than I have this whole week.I can’t imagine how that’s possible seeing as how she is a critic of  brilliant tv including Bridezillas and My Big Fat American Wedding- that’s what we watched this morning. I’m fairly certain they don’t host a tv composition class at that nursery school- maybe I can teach that to the kids?  The point is not that I’m loosing my tv buddy. the point is that she’s mine. I know she’ll be so happy to start school and be on her own, but letting go is not really my thing.

She’s my thing. You’re my thing kid.

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