Thursday, September 06, 2007

Back to School

Tuesday marked Abby's first day of 4 year old pre school.

She woke up at about 6:45 (which is huge for her) and bounced off the walls until 8:55 when it was time to walk down the block to her first day of her last year in pre school. She had been asked the night before if she was ready for school and had said "No", but called me into her room later to tell me that the only reason she said that was because she wasn't dressed for school (everyone knows you can't go to school in your jammies!). Of course she had a wonderful first day, and made a new friend named Michael, and met the new girls, but they were playing with Annie (not Abby's favorite, and dare I say nemesis) so she didn't play with them yet. She is learning to write her full name and practiced reading a Bob Book to the whole class!
She was absolutely cashed all day yesterday from getting up so early the day before, but after an early bedtime last night and a good morning we got her off to her second day just fine.
Abby's second day of school marked Eleanor's first day of Parent's Day Out in the basement of Abby's pre school.

This means that one day a week for the duration of the school year both of my children will be entertained and supervised in the same location by someone other than me which leaves me available to clean my house (without 2 little cherubs destroying 2 rooms while I clean 1), go to a doctor's appointment or the like without struggling to find someone to watch my kids, I could go shopping without the the assistance of my darlings. I could do just about anything that fits into the 4 hour time slot I have been given. Can you believe it?
Me neither.

So why do I feel bad that this morning while Abby was fine, Nora clung to my leg saying "no" when I asked her if she was going to have fun at school. Why do I feel bad that when Abby was Nora's age she was at home with me and I never checked her into something like this. I was able to manage it, but for whatever reason its NOW that I need these 4 hours. And really, its 4 hours, I get it that it is not the end of the world, but can I be just a little neurotic about this?
Actually, I can't, I have stuff to do....ALONE!

1 comment:

Indie Mama said...

oh man...alone is KEY! and you've been dealing with 2 very demanding little persons all summer...you deserve the 4 hours (well, you deserve a whole lot more too) a week! and once your little one gets used to it, she'll probably be begging to go all week long.

oh...and btw, i still have no idea what day it is...