Oh, do I miss Vermont. Last year at this time, we were starting Abby in 2nd grade and Stefan was happy at home with our sitter.
This year, we are back in D.C. and back to the rat race. And our little Stefan started pre-school.
Today was a day to rip your heart out and turn it inside out. My little guy -- who has never cried with a care giver -- had huge, wet tears running down his face as he begged me to stay and told me "I feel bad, mommy."
I know, I know -- this is what moms go through. This is what our little ones do on the 2nd day of school. This is the transition face. This will pass.
But it doesn't make it any less painful.
Here's to a fresh start tomorrow.
