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Alrighty, well my last day at the preschool was this past Tuesday. It's really okay. I should have never taken the position to begin with, but I had to see I guess. I turned in my keys to the secretary and stopped by briefly to talk to some of the other office staff. I had one of those awkward moments. I was talking to one of the gals who was trying to be positive for me as far as finding another teaching job or just a better part-time job. She was asking me if my son, the one who was with me, was in preschool yet. I told her no, but that he would be next year. I mentioned how my oldest is in early Kinder this year and then she asked it. "Where's your third? Don't you have a third?" I was shocked! I calmly said that I did and I pointed upwards. She said, "Oh, I know that you had one pass away, but I thought that you already had three." I didn't know what to say or do. I don't expect people to keep track, but I guess I thought it was common knowledge how many children we had. She didn't mean to be hurtful, but of course I had tears the whole way home. Urgh, I was watching Oprah yesterday and I have been following the Petit family in the news and the conviction recently. One thing really struck me that he said. He said," When your parents die, you are considered an orphan. When your wife dies, you are a widower. When your husband dies, a widow. What do you call someone who has lost their child or their children?" I thought of that a lot yesterday and he's right. There are no words for it . . . I picked up my pottery from that fundraiser I did a few weeks ago. It turned out alright. My kids are putting dimes in it of course:)