My daughter starts preschool tomorrow (well, it's a two hour welcoming kind of ease-on-in kind of thing, but you get the point). I have everything in order:
Emergency kit with extra clothes and flashlight.
Picture of summer break for bulletin board. The picture is the one from an earlier post, where Isla is posing like Usain Bolt on a rock.
Doctor's medical clearance
Emergency contact cards
Milk program sign up sheet
A short essay on Isla's interests and personality
The weeks outfits laid out, shoes and headbands coordinated.
Lunch treats purchased : rice crispy treats and fruit roll ups abound.
Pencils sharpened.
Field trip permission signed.
It's gonna be a big day tomorrow, I get to "meet and greet" with all the other parents while Isla warms up to her room. I hate stuff like this, but I will attempt to buffer my anti-socialism with a cute baby. That usually works. I also, on the urging of my sister in law, need to find the most put together mom or dad there and make friends, so my lazy ass can stay in the loop about what I'm supposed to do, like bake cookies or read books during quiet time, or some other equally momtastic thing.
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