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.
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| So excited to get to bring her lunch this year! |
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| 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?!
