There were five little girls and five moms. The little girls all got dressed up, even LW got dressed up, and had lovely snacks and treats at a little table. The moms all got dressed up, except me of course because I didn't know I was supposed to, and we chatted while our little ones had their snacks. The food was really good, and LW ate everything I put on her plate.
As us moms were chatting, I suddenly realized that every one of them but me was a psychologist, psychiatrist, or therapist. After listening to them kvetch about their work for a half hour, I managed to change the subject to more general topics, and it was much more relaxing after that. Not only for me, but for them too.
Mister Woodchuck starts his work for the US Census in a couple weeks. It will be good for him to get out of the house. I'll be stranded without a car, but I'll manage.
LW was screened for preschool recently. I hope she gets in. She'll be four in September, and she desperately wants to be with other children. I set up as many playdates as I can, but the structure of a good preschool will help her immensely. She's an extremely well-behaved, respectful child, but she needs more to do every day than I can supply.
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