On Monday...

The implications of this piece of paper are something that I may find myself unable to handle come Monday morning. And Tuesday. And maybe even Wednesday. It's going to be touch and go, people, touch and go.




MY BABY! MY SWEET, LITTLE, TEENY TINY BABY! GOING TO SCHOOL!

She'll be meeting new friends, learning new routines, adjusting to new teachers, going through the lunch line all by herself, carrying a book bag, and bringing home homework!

This can't be happening.

It just can't.

I have a feeling that I will be clinging tight to Ashley as we walk into kindergarten, afraid that the Lamar County School System may want to claim my second born as well.

Can I drink beer at 8 AM? Is that allowed?