Today was Isabelle’s first day of Pre-K. Last year on her first day of preschool, I had Tim stay home with the boys so I could drop her off just one on one in case there were any issues. When I dropped her off then she barely even waved good bye to me and had no problems whatsoever. She LOVED preschool all year so I figured her first day this year would go off without a hitch. Ummm…not so much.
The morning started out great and she was excited to go. She was dressed and with her back pack on a full half hour before we would even have to think about leaving. Since she was eager to go I decided we would head out and run a few quick errands on our way. So we all happily headed out the door as Isabelle held it open for us. She then turned and shut the screen door but didn’t realize Daniel was still standing in front of it. The door caused him to catapult down the flight of deck stairs and land face first on the pavement. The fall was BAD but luckily there were no major injuries. Conveniently since we were early we had enough time to go in and clean up the blood before trying take two of leaving the house! We were then able to take some pictures and successfully arrive at school on time.
|So excited to get to bring her lunch this year!|
|Hanging up her backpack in her cubby|
Things were great. Things were perfect – and then they weren’t. When it was time for me to leave Isabelle started crying…and crying…and crying. She’s been a bit off for the last month or so with saying good byes or even good nights so I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was. It was the same school, same kids, and same familiar teachers so I thought she would be fine. As it was time for me to make my exit she was crying and yelling “One more kiss and hug!!!” as the teacher had to hold her back. I would have felt worse about it except I was distracted by Daniel who decided that he did not want to leave. Since I had to leave quickly I picked him up which caused him to go into full blown toddler meltdown mode. You know the kind involving kicking, screaming, and full on arm flailing? I thought once I got him in the hallway he would settle down. He didn’t. I thought when I got him in the stairwell he would settle down. He didn’t. I thought when I got him outside he would settle down. He didn’t. I thought when I got him in the car he would settle down. He didn't. Ugh.
Luckily, we are very familiar with the school and the people there so they know we are generally not “that family.” But today indeed we were. We were “that family” with a preschooler hysterically trying to fight off a teacher to get to her mother while her bloody faced brother screamed loud enough for everyone in the entire building to hear. On the plus side, there’s no place to go but up for Henry’s first day of school tomorrow! Right?!