The Night Before School
If you see me tomorrow and my mascara is running down my cheeks...well...I guess just ignore it. I was a hot mess earlier this evening... but... ...Then Eleanor got out of bed for the 100th time - this time to remind me we forgot to put lotion on. ...Then I had printer problems. ...Then I heard Eleanor get out of bed for the 101st time. ...Then my hand writing sucked. ...Then I felt bad that the evening got so rushed. Now I'm just exhausted and don't have the energy to be said. But that's probably aiding in my emotion. Let's get something straight right now. I am SO proud of her. But how is it time for First Grade? Oh, that's right. She's not a baby anymore. She's growing into the most beautiful young lady. Right before my eyes. And she tests me. Every moment of every day. She tests me. Pushing limits and boundaries. Because she is my daughter. And I am her mom. And it's a beautiful, complicated thing. Even at 6. I hope she ...