I am in the middle of a crisis over here. I keep bursting into tears and begging Brad to let me homeschool Breuklyn so she won't have to go to Kindergarten. He doesn't seem to think that will solve anything.
So... I sing happy songs of Kindergarten delight to Breuklyn and have giggly conversations with her about what she will wear on her first day and then run and lock myself in the bathroom and cry huge big secret tears because I don't want her out there in the big scary world of the eensy teensy town we live in. Ugh!
This sucks. Just saying.