"When you drop him off." Oh, right. Nicky's first day of school. I'd sort of kind of forgotten.
We've decided, both to enable me to focus on looking for gainful employment and to encourage socialization, that Nicky needs to go to preschool. He'll be going two days a week. He'll eat breakfast there, play there, have lunch and nap there, play some more, and then come home. I'm sure he'll have a great time and love it there. I'm sure the break and the extra time on my hands will be beneficial to me. Still? Not that happy about it.
|There's a mistake on this blanket - can you spot it? It made me mad enough to redo a block, then I made the same mistake again and GF said "Your mouth says No but your hands say Yes."|
Then GF points out that he'll probably do better with the blanket from his bed, the knit one he's been using for the last year and a half, and I'm forced to admit he's probably right.