So Brianna started preschool a few weeks ago. I'm so glad that she loves it. There are some of the kids that were in her class last year. It's always nice to see a familiar face. I always hated starting school for the new year. So much stress.
We are finishing up our third week of school with a trip to Fairytale town. I can't believe that it's been three weeks since school started. Things are finally settling down. Even though everyday she goes to school causes some anxiety for me. Not her actually being there, but getting her there. It's so hard when Dylan has to be added into the equation. I had to cut out her swim lessons, because I thought I was going to lose my mind. I was very close to a melt down. I've been feeling like I'm being pulled into a million directions. Dylan has a ton of therapies at home which requires someone to be here. Plus he doesn't wake up when I need to take Brianna to school or other activities. It makes my life really difficult. I should be use to it now. I mean he is 6. Sometimes I feel like I am a prisoner in my own house. My life revolves around Dylan and his schedule. It should have ended a long time ago when he was little but of course with our situation it didn't. I don't think people really get what sacrifices our family has to make. I've been told that our family seems like we have it all together. I guess we've had to, but it would be great if someone would help. Occasionally, I've been asked what someone can do to help. I always answer I don't know. I really do know the answer but could never tell them. I'm not a liar, I just can't let the perception that I have it all together be lost. It's definitely NOT an everyday occurrence that I get asked. I do tell some people!
Wow, I got off topic. Back to Brianna, she has been talking a lot about a boy in her class whose name will not be given. I thought it was bad last year when she talked about another little boy in her class. she met this boy 3 weeks ago. She told me that he kissed her the other day. They are 4! It's funny but then it's not. I grew up with the boy's father so do I talk to the parents or not? Is it just kids being kids? Is it harmless? I know it probably is, but I remember what I was like when I was a kid when it came to boys. That scares me. She also informed me that she and him will marry each other when they are a little older. So what do you readers think?
