It went horribly...they had to pry River off of me kicking and screaming as I bolted out the door....I am currently drowning my sorrows in Little Debbie Star Crunch Snacks....I feel awful.
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It went horribly...they had to pry River off of me kicking and screaming as I bolted out the door....I am currently drowning my sorrows in Little Debbie Star Crunch Snacks....I feel awful.
Posted by The Pastoral Princess at 7:08 AM
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Same thing happened to me when my son boarded his first school bus bound for preK. He cried and sobbed and I had to be firm and send him off.
I used rice pudding for my fix and as I sat stuffing my face with that soothing food, the phone rang and the principal said my baby was fine the minute the bus pulled away.
It's really hard when they start to leave us.
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