Check. Check. Damn.

Briar starts pre-school next week, this is not a post about how I feel about that (not ready to do that.) No, this is a post about how as a friend of mine said, "Even the best laid plans..." Sean went to the parent-teacher night last week. He came home full of purpose, explaining to me how the school is in lock down during certain times of the day, how we need to be on time to pick Briar up and what we can expect from this.



I have written plenty on how hard being a working mom and a good mom can be. I realize that sometimes I set the bar too high for myself, but other times, well other times it just doesn't seem like too much to ask to not fucking run over the coveted princess kleenex I scored at the grocery store.