I know, I know. I have said all along that our house would be more peaceful when our precocious five year old started kindergarten. It has been twenty whole minutes since I dropped her off and I still haven't pulled it together. Dave thinks I am either hilarious or a hypocrite. Jenna got in her line, and without a glance back toward her (embarrassingly) teary-eyed mother, was on her way. It has been ten years since I last attended a class, but I still HATE the first day of school.