We are a classic family. Me, my husband and two children. Older daughter Laura started first grade and my life is suddenly turned upside down!
Until now, I thought that going to school was a nightmare for a child, but in the role of a mother it is incomparably worse. Sort of like walking on hot coals, except that I'm not a feted person in a trance floating over hot coals with otherworldly ease, but I'm the little hot coal that some idiot is stomping on.
It's a marathon without an end. Without reward. No ovations. No winner. Worse than a cursed Job, a broken marriage, or an uncancellable contract on a set of pots. A submarine from which there is no escape...