Phew. They say the first day is the hardest, right? Surely the second day should be easier than today.
Today was Jackson's first day of 4K. A few of you have me what the hell is 4K because it sounds foreign and crazy, but it's 4 year old Kindergarten, otherwise known as preschool. But with more work. They are basically training the kids to be ready for Kindergarten. It's three hours in the morning which is about how long you can expect a 4 year old to hold their attention in organized activity. It was great for Olivia considering she had never been in daycare so the socialization aspect of it was very beneficial for her.
So Jackson started today and I was a hot fucking mess. I was. All summer we have all been hyping up how great 4K was because I was so worried he would refuse to go but I didn't really think I'd be such a mess. He's my baby and somehow letting him go was ten times harder than letting Olivia go. She was so ready and eager to go to school and he's just kind of meh on the whole thing. He's perfectly content getting cuddled all day by my mom or I.
This morning he got dressed, thrilled to be wearing his new school clothes and to be able to tote his super hero backpack and even wanted his picture taken.
I then bolted out the door and to my van and proceeded to cry like a baby.
And then I drove to my mom's and cried in her dining room. Sometimes I just need my mom to sympathize and tell me it's going to be OK.
So I then went to work and cried the entire way there, and worried sick. Was he under a table crying? Was he missing me? Was he being beat up by the scary day care kids? Who knows, but I think of every terrible scenario.
Then I got off work only to find that he did awesome. My mom picked him up from 4K and he immediately declared that he wasn't scared any more. He also reported that some kid cried all day even after they went outside. At bedtime Jackson was telling me the kid just would not stop but he's going to ask him tomorrow if he wants to play or be his BFF. I mean, I love the empathy my kids have for others. It's kind of great.
So here's hoping tomorrow is better for me. I'm sure none of this was made better by the fact I am clearly PMS'ing this week.