Little John started school on Tuesday.
To say I freaked out and cried like an
idiot after dropping him off,
is an understatement.
I held it together until I left his
classroom though. I'm proud of that.
But when I got in the car,
the tears came out and all I wanted
to do was run back in and take him
home with me. Mela kept asking for her
brother and every single time she did for the
first couple of hours after dropping him off
I cried. But then I went to go pick him up
after six hours (SIX WHOLE HOURS)
and I found him playing with his classmates
and despite all my worries, he was so
totally fine. He loved it.
Thank the powers above...
He loved it.