No More Preschool

Somedays being a parent is just plain hard.  Today is one of those days for me.  I pulled Breena out of preschool today & I've spent every second since questioning whether or not I made the right decision.  Breena is really struggling with seperation anxiety since Toby came home.  The first thing she told Dave & I when she woke up this morning was that she didn't want to go to preschool.  When it was time to leave I asked her to put her shoes on & she fell apart crying.  I decided then that it was not worth the anxiety for her.  She has three years until she can start kindergarten & she can try preschool again next fall.  When I called to tell her teacher that we were choosing to remove her from class her teacher assured me that Bree has a great time when she is there.  I went with my gut & decided to pull her out anyway.  I told Breena she wouldn't have to go back to preschool anymore and she started to cry hysterically.  She's mad at me because she won't see her friends.  I just can't make her happy.  I'm so torn over this decision and I'm angry at myself for starting her in the first place at the same time we were expecting a new baby.  It breaks my heart to watch her fall apart two morning a week; especially when I have the ability to change the situation.  But I still question what is best for her.  I'm guessing this is just the first of hundreds of decisions I'll second guess regarding my children.  I wish they came with an owner's manual.