Zoey goes to preschool tomorrow!

My concerns about Zoey's first day at daycare/preschool include:

1. Her daddy is taking her. And you KNOW that means he'll forget to bring something, or show up at the wrong time, or forget to tell her teacher that she has a diaper rash.

2. That evil religious lady who mans the front desk. You know, the one who tried to tell me that separation anxiety in toddlers is normal, because daycare is not what God intended for children at this age? Because babies aren't MEANT to be separated from their mommies? I am leary of her ability to have unlimited access to my child several times per week, lest she turn my baby into a bible thumping nutty Baptist.

3. Her clothes. Let's face it: Bryan can't dress our child for shit. And despite the fact that I have laid out every element of her First Day Outfit, right down to shoes and socks, I am concerned he'll overlook my choice and opt for a costume of his own design. First impressions are important, okay? Nobody wants their kid showing up on the first day looking like a clown or a homeless person.

4. What if she doesn't like it there? What if she doesn't have fun and nobody plays with her? What if she cries for Mama and I'm nowhere in sight? What if she wants to keep her baby doll with her and Teacher Melina tells her she needs to keep it in her cubby?

I'm sure she'll be fine. Even if she shows up looking like a refugee and my husband leaves the diaper rash cream at home. He's sitting across the room from me right now playing with Zoey's DoodlePro. I'm sure he'll remember everything I need him to know for tomorrow.

Right.

(Originally written September 21, 2008)