I’ll follow up to let you know how the morning goes. Fingers crossed, not crying.
Tomorrow is my son’s first day of 3rd grade. And while I’m ecstatic that Summer has come to an end, my heart is sad just a little.
It happens every year, without fail. I cry on the first day of school. I can’t help it, honestly, I can’t. We’ve had 6 first days of school now, dating back to pre-school, and I have teared up every single time. The biggest moments of blubbering misery were the first day of pre-school and the first day of kindergarten. But all the other times have given me just as much heartache, some days I held it together better.
First day of school I spend so much of the morning pumping Wyatt for school. While he loves school, the first day is a little difficult for him. But there is that moment where I walk out of the classroom, and my Mommy sad starts…
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