For some reason, I pictured PS as this great thing. DD was going to love going because she was going to have so much fun and make new friends, I was going to love getting her ready and sending her because it was my chance to show her off a bit (
) and spend some alone time with DD2. My balloon has been deflated. I am tired of ironing her uniforms. I hate that I have to get the girls up 1-2 hours earlier than usual to take her to PS, which then throws off their schedules for the rest of the day and makes them crabby all.the.time. I don't feel like brushing her hair (I usually only do this once a week or so, don't ask). Packing her snack bag and taking the papers out of her backpack is a chore. She hates wearing sneakers so I am constantly trying to keep track of the new ones we just had to buy plus all of the socks she sheds in the van. I don't feel like she fits in with her classmates and am second guessing my choice of preschools. She says she doesn't want to go anymore and wants to stay home with DD2 and I. And on top of all this, when DD2 and I get this great alone time, all she wants to do is go play by herself. At least the field trips and class parties will make it worth it, right?!?! Oh, and did I mention, tomorrow will be her third day.