Back from vacation.
Gavin enjoyed his first day of preschool today, even though we both tried to oversleep. If it weren't for Po yowling into our ears and shaking our heads with her claws at 8:13am, we might have made it up to 13 hours each. We shuffled out in our undercrackers and stared into the empty fridge. My empty fridge. My wilting plants. My angry cat and comfy couch and little white tea cups It had been very difficult leaving my mother behind. Gavin sobbed like his heart was breaking when we said goodbye to his granny at the airport. My mom started crying. I started crying. The woman beside me started crying. Her husband started crying. The old man behind them started crying. It was terrible.
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