Today was the P-nut's first day of pre-school. She did great. There were no tears. From her. My wife and I did slightly worse. But not until we got to the car.
It doesn't help that after we sent her in, my brain decided I needed to listen to a loop of "Welcome To The Jungle" for the next 45 minutes. Especially the "you're gonna diiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEe," part.
Add that to the two donuts I demolished for breakfast, and I'd say I'm coping quite well, really.
My wife had to go back to work today too. So now it's just the Pumpkin Man and me staring at each other and going, "Whaddya wanna do?"
"I don't know. Whaddya you wanna do?"
We'll figure it out in short order.
The final first that occurred today is, I posted my first piece at DadCentric as an official Dadcentrician. I am proud and humbled. They are a group of really good writers but even better than that, they're a group of really good dads.
I think. I've never actually met any of them in person. This is the internet.
Anyway, if any of you who are still reading have a chance, please go and check it out and tell me what you think unless you hate it.