If I was a good mother I would have pics of the first day of preschool.
Yes, I would be in a cute outfit crouched down next to them in their classrom.
Not covered in snot and peanut butter without makeup.
Their bags would be monogrammed. And matching of course.
We can't even find ours.
I think I set the tone for the first words out of Jacks mouth when he climbed back into the car after school:
"MOM, I've got to be honest, It wasn't a very good first day for the two of us".
SOMETIMES IN LIFE YOU'VE GOT TO DO SOMETHING TO TURN THE TITANIC AROUND.
I decided we needed a party. A party to celebrate the first day being over, and success from this day forward.
Our sweet neighbors joined us for the fun. It consisted of a picnic, soccer, wrestling, and frisbee till dark.