It's today...it's today!

"Is it today, Mom...is it today?!"
"It's always today, George...always today." Stuart Little

Well, it really is today. This morning I took my very small, young child to an enourmous building with thousands (OK, maybe hundreds) of kids running around...and just left him there. He is in a classroom with 27 other kindergartners...most all of whom seemed to share his total "I couldn't care less that you're leaving me" attitude. Ouch!
Lee did see one child crying, which I decided had to be worse than the kid not caring...so I've got that going for me.
I thought, for the most part, the morning went well. Nicolas was pretty excited until we got in the room, when he started holding my hand. When I asked him if he remembered is SS# (so he can punch it in to get lunch), I thought I detected a slight quiver in his voice. Still, I held it together pretty nicely until I walked out of the classroom and saw all of the weeping/mourning going on in the hall...then I pretty much lost it.
I know lots of people that work at the school, so several of them found me and hugged me and asked how I was doing...which of course, made me start crying even though I thought I had already gotten my act together prior to their asking.
Lee, not having a clue how to handle me because he sees absolutely no reason to be concerned or upset, took me to eat breakfast, and after realizing that I wasn't going to "move on" quite that easily, decided to go do some work and leave me alone. I've already driven by the school to see if I could see him outside at recess...no such luck.
I'm heading over to a Kindergarten Mom's party in a few minutes in hopes that there will be someone there in worse shape than I am. Misery loves company. Maybe taking the day off work wasn't the wisest of ideas...