It started out well enough.
|Surveying the landscape. Looks like a good day for school!|
|Jack calls shotgun.|
Once I put Jack's backpack on its little hook, he lost it completely. He was screaming for his "pack pack" and clinging to me like a spider monkey, so I walked him back towards the entrance, afraid he might start a riot. I noticed the preschool director looking at me with disdain and kindly asked her if she had any suggestions.
"Just leave him. It's like pulling off a Band-Aid."
Excuse me, I wanted to say, but the last time I checked Band-Aids don't have imploring blue eyes or scream "mommy" when you rip them off. But I stifled my tears, handed Jack to his teacher, and marched bravely out. I immediately called John for moral support but he didn't answer, so I called Sarah instead.
"It was awful!" I moaned as I pulled out of the parking lot, the evil headmistress glaring at me as I passed. "He was screaming and crying when I left him. I'm the worst mother in the world!"
"I guess you finally got that goodbye you were hoping for," Sarah said sweetly.
|No words can adequately capture my expression, but I believe my face looked something like this.|
At least we have all weekend to recover.