Remember how smoothly Cakes’ first couple of days at preschool went? Well, I spoke a little too soon. The last several mornings, when we’re on our way, she starts saying “No school!” and when we get there the tears start and I have to leave her there, bawling at the top of her lungs. They tell me she settles down quickly, and she has a good time. She cries sometimes when I pick her up, but when we get home I ask her if she likes school and she says yes. So, I hope the morning drama will end soon. It’s a pretty shitty way to start the day.
The good news is she’s picking up some lovely new habits at school. She’s singing a lot more (I don’t know why, I spent endless mindless hours at circle time with her during her first two years). When she finishes an activity she sings her “clean up” song (music to my ears!) and puts things away. She’s getting more words and using more sentences.
I’m feeling a little more in control this week. I’m actually on top of my reading and I got through my first presentation this week.
So, things are looking up. Except for the fact I offered to host Thanksgiving this weekend. What was I thinking? Luckily, my family is pretty meat-and-potatoes, so we won’t be preparing anything fancy. There’s a Butterball at Loblaws with my name on it.
What do y’all have planned for Thanksgiving?