So, off we go to work and school this morning. Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed. This is following a spectacular morning workout on the elliptical watching Chapter 4 of "Band Of Brothers". I'm on an endorphin high.
We get there. No meltdown from Connor. No sadness. No clinging hugs. He stops at his cubby, looks in the classroom, turns slowly to me and says "Momma. You have to pinch me. I can't believe I can go to school today."
Me, on the other hand, I hit the building right around the time the endorphins are trailing off. Forgot the GiggleBytes tuition check in the car which is parked in the farthest row and I'm wearing pointy boots. Forgot Connor's pillow. Seemed so dazed and confused lingering in the hallway after that "pinch me" conversation that one of the teachers actually stopped me, made eye contact and said "Are you okay, Dianna? You look like you're going to pass out." Weird!!
The rest of the day was fine. I found my groove. And Connor was a superstar all day long.
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