This morning started cheerfully as we had Muffins with Mom at JJ's school. Miss M had to come along because Jeff had to be at work. For an hour, all seemed right with the world as I sat with my two little ones and ate muffins, read them The Three Billy Goats Gruff and Rumplestilzkin, and looked at the green beans and peas that they are growing. And then I took M to school and that picture of bliss was shattered.
M still has severe separation anxiety, even though she is 6 and she has been going to kindergarten for 9 months now. She kept attempting to follow me as I left, and her para wasn't at the classroom yet to help me restrain her. In a change of events, instead of racing after me as I try to leave as she usually does, she made a run for the front door of the school. She was halfway out when I wrapped my arms around her to prevent escape. I felt something sharp on my hand and then I noticed the blood. Yes, another proud moment as a mother - I knocked my little girl's front tooth out. Yes, it was already loose for awhile but the skull-splitting screams and amount of blood, combined with people staring, made me feel like crap. And I was looking forward to having lunch with her tomorrow, but that was a consequence that I said would be taken away if she didn't have a good drop-off. That and no scooter today or tomorrow. Which also sucks for me because that is the only way to get her to school on time. If we walk, she stops at every blade of grass to see if there are signs of insect life. Or jumps in every single puddle. Or just stands there, looking at the sky.
It's only 9:45 and I want to go back to bed and start over.