It's Fast Approaching

Even if I'm not ready for it, it's coming. Little Man will be starting preschool next week. Next Wednesday to be exact. I am so not ready for this. He seems to be. Well, sometimes. One day we talk about it and he couldn't be more excited. The next day we talk about it and he has decided he will lock himself in the bathroom so the kids can't see him. I think he will be fine. Its me and his father I am worried about.

Hubby and I are not ready for Little Man to grow up so soon. It seems now that he is to start preschool, I can already imagine him driving and graduating. I know, not a rational thought. But how can I be rational when my little boy is getting so big?! Hubby is the one I have to worry about the most. I constantly have to promt him to be positive when talking about going to school. He will openly express his sadness about Little Man going to school, or even come out and say he doesn't want him to go at all. Sure I feel somewhat the same way, but it's just something that has to be done. Hubby being a downer about it won't make it easier for Little Man, or mommy for that matter.

I am sure everything will be just fine. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. Hopefully I'll remember that as I drop him off on his first day, then wait two and a half hours before I can go back to pick him up. Oh, who am I kidding?? I will spend my two and a half hours sitting on the curb outside the prechool.