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Our last day

Tomorrow is my last full day with Ethan before he starts going to school full time.  Wednesday will be his first day going from 8:50AM-3:00PM.  It's such a long day for such a small child.  He's loving school so far, but I'm not sure how he's going to feel about going all day 5 days a week.
Today was my 2nd morning on my own without him and I couldn't believe how happy I was to see him walk out of that classroom!  I really missed him and that was with him being gone just a few hours.  I'm having trouble sleeping and it seems like every little thing bothers me a lot more than it should.  I am slowly unravelling.  I'm fighting back the tears as I write this.  I just don't want him to go!
I am doing my best to not let him know how I'm feeling, but I think he's way to smart for that because every day I pick him up, he asks. 'So how did you do without me today, Mommy? You weren't very sad were you?'  I always tell him, No, Baby, I was fine.  No need to worry about me, but I missed you!'
Tomorrow I'm taking him to the book store to get a new dinosaur book and then we're going to go out to lunch together, followed by some ice cream.  I told him we'll spend the whole day together.  I'm looking forward to it except for the fact that he wants to learn how to take the bus.  I on the other hand, could go the rest of my life without stepping on a bus and be just fine with it!  Lets hope I can talk him out of it!

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