Many apologies for my lack of posts lately! To say that August was busy for us is an understatement. I started a new (part-time) prosecutor position right around the same time that my private law practice exploded with tons of work. We also were gone nearly every weekend at the lake, so that left no time for projects or blogging or cleaning or laundry or any of those things that *have* to get done.
I'm hoping to be back with a vengeance now that it's almost fall! Oh yeah, it's almost fall!
But, first off, my little guy is officially a preschooler. Say what!? Cue the tears/happiness/relief/we-successfully-parented-a-child-to-this-point-slaps-on-the-back.
I swear he was just born yesterday. For real. These three plus years have rocketed by and I've hardly had a chance to blink.
Ever since we enrolled him in January, I was looking forward to preschool. I thought he'd love every single minute of it. Learning, meeting new friends, playing on a new playground, all of it. Never once was I upset or sad about him starting school. I was excited! Until yesterday.
When the reality of him starting school (yes, I know it's just preschool, but still), I got a little sad. He's going to be in school for the rest of his childhood. These first three years went way too fast and now he'll be in school for the next 15 years. The thought of him walking into that classroom and knowing that he would be cared for someone other than us, his grandparents or his nanny, for the very first time since he was five months old was almost too much for me to bear. We've never even needed a babysitter. Thank goodness for grandparents that live close!
Luckily, I came to my senses and went back to realizing that preschool is a good thing. For both of us.
He was so ready for the first day. He seemed a little nervous last night and this morning, but when we got in the car to leave for school, he seemed ready.
He was clearly sick of having his picture taken!
I know we'll all figure out the new routine and hopefully start to embrace it. He walked right into his classroom, found the toys and hugged us goodbye.
I shed one little tear in his classroom and tried not to let him see me. And now I'm done crying over preschool. At least for now.