I can tell it's the first day of my period because I bought a chocolate bar in the supermarket and ate it in the car outside. I don't actually do that much at all, to tell the truth. Unless I'm hormonal.
Today was first day back at school - all I asked of Olivia was to go in (before 10), sign in and say hello. She did all that cheerfully and chatted for ten minutes before getting too hot and needing to leave. Then she had a rant on the way out, but still... great form today, result. No kicking and screaming. No trauma. No bruised dad. Softly softly.
My son is short haired again, and loving his teacher and his school, despite the new long day. Best boy.