I was up late last night after work making sure that bags were packed and clothes were out. It took me an obscene amount of time to pick out the “right” outfits for their First Day of School. (Yes, there was weeping.)

At the breakfast table, the boys decided they wanted to bring their lunch (FailWhale again for Teh Mommeh – no juice boxes in the house.) so I got to rush around making sandwiches and making sure the boys names were on their lunchboxes.

As you would expect on the Very First Day of School, the traffic line was obscene. The boys went to their classes just fine, and I sat down for Kindergarden Orientation with Joe’s teacher. Unfortunately, Joe did NOT want to leave – and asked if we were going to get Dan out of his class too. (No, baby – Dan has to stay the whole day. It’s just you and me going home.)

Now he’s wandering around the house bored and trying to find something to do, and I’m debating taking a nap. And halfway expecting the phone to ring aaaany minute now, with a polite teacher on the other end asking me to come get my child.