see the way they look at me…smiling and waving. making small talk. they clearly hate me.
when my oldest started kindergarten five years ago, i cried the first day. i was in the classroom twice a week. i knew all the kids’ names by the end of the week, and they wrote me thank you notes when the year ended. the second child, who started kindergarten this year, got none of that. i drop him, greet the teacher, and all but run out of the schoolyard within 2 seconds of the bell ringing.
it helps that the second guy is very independent. (probably because he hates me, too, though that’s another post.) 