I had a panic attack this morning and cried for 10 minutes. I am not supposed be crying. I am a healthy, successful, happy single mother of a wonderful little boy. But sometimes it feels like such a lonely journey… I left first day of second grade much more nervous than he did. Is he going to be ok? Are there going to be bullies? What is his teacher is really mean?? What if he has an embarrassing accident?? What if ? What if?
He’s supposed to be in the top elementary school of our county, but I really dislike it. The walls are gray and boring. The office people seem mean. His classmates looked depressing (lol all 7yr-olds!). Maybe I shouldn’t have picked this school, maybe I should have chosen a different one.
Then who am I to call at 8am to vent?? I feel like I am the only person in the world that I know that gets up at 6am.
BTW, 6AM IS STILL DARK!! IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO GET UP THIS EARLY!
So I just swallow all these useless arguments… I cry 2 tears, say a little prayer and go to work.
PS: My son absolutely loves his new school. He was ecstatic when I got there to pick him up. In the end that’s all that matters.1
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