Joaquin starts preschool tomorrow.

I'm not sure how I feel about it. Part of me knows he'll love it. But the other part of me is just plain mad.

We have been lucky that he has not had to go to any sort of formal childcare in his two years. We've always worked it out with family and friends. When Dan lost his job last year, he took over childcare. It worked for a while, but now Dan is working during the tax season and the in-laws have done more than their fair share. So off to preschool our little guy goes.

But I'm ready for MY turn.

I went in with Joaquin for a few hours the week of Christmas to test the waters. As soon as we walked in the classroom he left my side and dove right in. I stuck around and chatted with teachers and played with the kids. He loved it and cried when we left, so I'm pretty sure tomorrow will go fine...at least until nap time. We'll see how that goes.

There is so much more to tell...so much about how I'm feeling these days. But I'll save that for another post. Now it's time for me to go attempt some sort of sleep.