K's 1st Day of Preschool

J dropped K & I off at the school for her first day of preschool. What a strange school... it just seemed so Stepford-ish to me. They actually seemed horrified that K had a pull-up on. I explained to them that it was "just in case" since it was her first day and she might be a lil nervous. They just were so... I dunno how to explain it. I really hope that today goes well for her and everything... I miss her already. They barely gave me time to give her one last hug and kiss, and she was just in awe of everything and just stood there when I did. *sigh* What a long morning it's going to be. J isn't too happy about having to pick her up @ 11, but the teacher didn't tell me any details on how to pick her up if I was walking her home. It was so different when N was in preschool, but that's b/c he was in the special-ed program and they picked him up & brought him home in a school van so it was a lot easier for us. Standard preschool for L-wood is for 4-year-olds, but I think they should start at age 3 to get them better adjusted (like they do for special-ed students).

Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive, like J says. I hope so. :(

Eh...

Up kinda early this morning. N starts school tomarrow. Still don't have his school supplies yet. Maybe I can get J to take me to the store to get them later. Woke up to K crying and I shot out of bed to find J trying to put her back to bed because he "wasn't ready to get up yet." Well, that is the price of having kids - having to wake up and be ready for the day earlier than what you want.

And I thought he and B would be working w/ BS again this week. *sigh* I'm so sick of this inconsistency.

I don't know what else to write so I'll just end here for now.

New Blog... Old Bullshit

Needless to say it's the same old shit... J & B leave early this afternoon to go over to BS's house and they've been over there ever since. AF started today so I asked J to get me some more P's & T's as I ran out last month... he tells me that I can get them myself and laughs. Okay, he should know after being with me for 5 years that joking w/ me when I've got major PMS and back pain is a MAJOR no-no. So I told B about it and almost start crying... he tells me to calm down and that he'll talk to J about it.

*deep breath*

And not to mention I am out of ciggies too... I'm so ready to scream and/or cry, but K is on the couch (poor lil thing passed out in the middle of watching a movie earlier and I don't have the heart to move her - she looks so peaceful) and N is already in bed.

I wish I could find someone who would whisk me off my feet & love me and my babies & treat us the way we deserve to be treated... bleh.