We took Brigid to preschool for the first time this morning.
(Seriously, I am glad there was no drama in the preschool process...she went in, she loved it, we left her there for three hours. It was much less painful than I thought it would be. Of course, that didn't stop me from weeping to Steve as we got back to the car about how 'Brigid didn't know we were leaving! In ten minutes, she's going to look for us and realize we're gone and OH MY BABY!! She's going to be so upset!'
To which Steve replied, 'Honey? She knew we were leaving. She's just OK with it.'
Oh, fine. Whatever. She had fun. My ego is bruised. Everyone is happy. THE END.)