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Well, yesterday went about as well as could be expected. There was the standard difficulty getting out of bed, and more than a modicum of early-morning grouchiness, plus more than a few tears at drop-off.

The kids, on the other hand, did pretty well.

Yeah, as crabby as I was about the whole thing, the girls were remarkably ready for school. Sure, it’s easy to get them out of bed when you’ve got fresh bacon and homemade cinnamon rolls waiting for them downstairs, and fresh new outfits and shiny new shoes to wear to school. But they were still pretty happy about the whole thing, so I sucked it up and pretended to be so as well.

And didn’t cry until I’d dropped them off.

I thought we were doing pretty well: Cora gave me a fierce hug then went happily to her classroom, and Maddie was well ahead of me down the hall, so intense was her conversation with her school chum. But when we got to her classroom she turned to me, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “You know, I AM going to miss you a lot. I love you!” and then went into her classroom.

Sigh.

It’ll get better, I’m sure.