Back-to-school woes and the attitude I want gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

Hurricane Hadley started preschool last week. She blossomed beautifully in the classroom setting last year so instead of two mornings a week, I enrolled her in four mornings for the new school year. I know that sounds altruistic--looking our for what is best for my daughter--but I mostly just wanted an extra break.

Or so I thought until she left me for four mornings last week. You know--the amount of days I enrolled her in. Suddenly, without warning, I went into Hurricane withdrawals. Two mornings was no transition whatsoever but suddenly, I was without my little natural disaster for the majority of my week.

And I lost it.

I lost it so badly that Hunky Hubby bought my flowers and later took me on a surprise date to Denver's famed ChopHouse.

I can't wait to see what he'll have to dish out to appease me when the kids go off to college.

Part of this tough transition has been Bode. Remember that sweet, easy-going little guy who worshipped Everything Mommy? Gone. Baby gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. (Thank you, John Mayer, for those insightful lyrics).

Bode's descent into the Terrible 2s surfaced when

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