The Sprog started school on Monday. It's not mandatory schooling, just nursery school at the local parent co-op, but it's still a big transition. Four days a week I get a lunch ready, try to remember what extra clothes and nappies (no she is not potty trained yet. Fuck off) are already at school, and anything else that needs to go.
And then I go to work.
Spouse walks he to school. He gets to see her excitement and watch her run off to play. And in the afternoons he is the one to tear her away, bring her home.
As it's a co-op, I can't help but still be involved. I'll even do a round of parent teaching (although the first one goes to Spouse.) But I still feel like I'm not fully involved. And it hurts.
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