Just the other day a letter arrived from my daughter's preschool. The letter welcomed the new families, reminded us about the approach of the school year, and nearly made me lose my lunch.
Though preschool will only mean two 3 hour days a week, what I thought would provide some freedom for me and a new opportunity for my daughter is actually making me a little heartsick....and it isn't even close to September yet.
I guess that little knot in my stomach is really just about the fact that she is moving on as she grows up. I've heard rumblings from others about the need to let them go and give them wings with which to fly (shout out to Kahlil Gibran), but I'm just startled by my mixed feelings.
And, even worse, how the heck am I going to handle kindergarten when six hours a week has me nauseous??
The answer: Shopping and wine. Lots of it. And maybe at the same time.
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago