Sheer & Utter Torture

Water-boarding? No problem. Ripping out my toenails? Easy. Dropping Gaby off at preschool? The worst form of torture known to man!! And I didn't even really drop her off. I managed to hide in another room and only left her in the classroom for about an hour and a half. As I listened with a heavy, heavy heart as my poor child cried her little heart out- I was in hell. There were three other screaming, crying little ones (that didn't help!) and one unfortunate teacher to deal with all of them. I'm not sure how those other parents just left their kids there. I was the only freak still hanging around not able to let go. But I just feel like she'll be scarred for life. A minute of crying is like a lifetime when you're that little. Isn't it? There were a few moments of peace in there. But then, one would get going and the others would follow suit. So, I only lasted an hour and a half and then I went to save my sweet baby who was eternally grateful for my rescue. She did that sad little whimpering, unable to catch her breath cry as we drove back home. Should I take her back? That is the question. Am I strong enough? That is the real question.



Gaby this morning during happier times. Ready to go to school with her new lunch bag. :)