On the kid front

Being a parent means checking out not only public toilets with a wary and vigilant eye, but your own.

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I'm not sure it's a queer mom free space WITH kids sometimes. Dylan and Rylie have just started going to preschool, 4 mornings a week, and that means mommy has been going too. After one miraculous day in the first week where they were fine without me, Rylie has insisted on my presence ever since. Today was the first day I left, with much sturm und drang, for -- get this -- 50 minutes. And she cried w/ Susan before we left, then cried with me, I almost lost it myself lots of times. But *after* I left, she cried for maybe 20 seconds, and then just stuck close to her teacher, Rachel, a little nervous but fine. That means, hopefully, starting next week, when I'll dare leave for more than an hour, more time to write, which is its own freedom.