First day at school, sad for all the right reasons

So the daughter started school today. She just goes in the morning for the first 12 months but I am beside myself!

I know it’s a natural process but she just seems to be growing up so quickly! She was quite excited about going there but I’ve been moody all week and I think that’s why!

She looked adorable in her school uniform this morning - she loved her pinafore dress but she wasn’t as keen on her knitted cardigan. My Nan knitted it for her and they are lovely. She was complaining that they “itched” her. She is so like her Daddy! He’s the same with wool.

I dropped her off, she was clutching on to my hand really tightly and we seemed to wait for ages before the gates were opened!

She was ushered into the class by a teaching assistant - I think - and that was it! I don’t think we’re allowed to go into the room like we did in playschool.

I felt awful leaving her there and I cried all the way into work. Pathetic aren’t I!

I just hope she is having a good time. I am clock watching - just waiting until I can pick her up and check she is OK and had a good day.

The husband seems totally unfazed by it all. Men are definitely made differently to us - and I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t think he even gives the daughter a second thought!

In my next life I want to come back as a man!