when your baby gets the preschool acceptance letter in sweden

We got a paper in the mail a few days back, and it means the end of Daddyland.

Baby B got a spot in his sister’s preschool starting in the fall.

Now this was always the plan.  It is no surprise.  But I do not like this paper.  I did not like signing it, and I did not like going with Baby B to buy a stamp for the envelope to send this paper back to the city.

This is the hard edge of Sweden – little choice on when to go back to work.

Sometimes I see that the boy will do just fine.  Sometimes it seems impossible.

Yesterday a teacher at NK’s preschool said hi to Baby B.  He cried.  She said with a laugh, “Time to get to preschool, B!”

I wanted to scream at her.

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