Today's the Day...

Half of me has been excited, the other half, not so much. I've been at battle with what I think of three year olds lately. She can be so sweet and gentle, and the next minute, be the devil. I've found myself wishing she was already ten or something in the double digits, which I know probably isn't any better, and then I wish she was still that little baby that wanted me to cart her around everywhere, all the time. Now, I feel like I can't go out in public if I want to stay sane. The grocery store is my nemesis. But it must be done.
Anyway, I'm excited and sad all at one. This means she's growing up. But it also means all the fun stuff that being preschool age and older, can bring. I guess we'll just deal with it, right?