Firsts are always so hard. It is a sign that our children are accomplishing yet another milestone on the path to becoming an adult. (Yes it seems so far away, but in a blink of an eye they grow up)
Today was Sam's first day of preschool. We managed to make it with just a glistening of the eyes and no real tears. (Yes, even from mommy) It's funny. I joked with everyone how excited I was to finally have a few hours kid-free and how I would manage to accomplish so many things while Sam was gone. Instead I worked out, bought a few groceries, ate lunch, laid on the couch talking with Jamie how lost we were that are babies were not at home and got in the preschool pickup line 20 minutes early to read.
Sam is gone three mornings. A total of 12 hours a week. What in the world will I do next year when she is gone full-time? Are there rehabs that specialize in preschool empty nest syndrome? Do you know how long it has been since I have had freedom all day from kids? Almost TWELVE years. Have I ever told anyone how much I hate change.
Enough wallowing in self pity. Back to Sam's first day of school. She did awesome. The teacher even made her line leader for being a good listener (was that really my child?) Sam was excited to come home and tell me all about her day over and over again. Just how many times can I hear the words to Chicka Chicka Boom Boom?