My life is ending

My life is ending tomorrow. That's right... I'm going back to school, a world full of planning, and preparation, and nightmares. I only pray that the nightmares will subside once I've met my children for the year. My mom is even getting nightmares by proxy.
Every day this past week I've gone to school. Not that I have to, but you see, there's a lot to do. And... there's the nightmares... and those convince me that I had better fuss and plan all I can in hopes that it won't happen in real life. But it doesn't help, because I watch all of the families walk past my classroom with their darling little five year olds to register for kindergarten. Even though they were supposed to come in March. And then I fret about how many more are coming and I count the desks again and I start to sweat. Because my life is ending tomorrow.