Please keep Crane in your thoughts today, even though I am being ridiculous. I feel like Marlin in Finding Nemo, sending her off to preschool early when she’s clearly so eager and the first thing she does is pounce on one of the rowdiest energized boys there and sneak his riding toy out from under him. But…she only has one good eye. They’re off to the gym and my last thought isn’t whether she can handle the day, because I know they’ll call instantly if she’s inconsolable, its this enormous fear I hadn’t expected that somehow she’ll injure her good eye. I want to run back and warn everyone about the eye, and then I want to beat myself up for not maintaining eyeglasses, which she has but doesn’t wear. And I even feel bad for assuming that since Ti is there she’ll have extra supervision. So I could be enjoying these few precious hours of maternal freedom and instead I’m mother-henning about beating myself up or being an unfit parent on the off chance the eye gets injured. And she was so happy and proud to have a lunch box of her own and to wave goodbye and hug and kiss me as she ran off with the other kids. Aw.