All right, I know it’s Thursday and I usually do a green thing on Thursday, but I’m not today because I don’t want to. So there. You may have noticed, or not, that I haven’t been blogging much lately. That’s because there’s a lot going on right now at home with three small children and I just haven’t had time. Sorry. Hopefully as we settle into a routine, I’ll become a little more regular with the blogging. And hopefully, someone will still read it. Okay, now on with the preschool story.
Samantha and Ella started preschool a week ago Tuesday. This is Samantha’s third year of preschool and Ella’s first. Sam’s going five half days, up from 2, and Ella’s going 2 half days. As usual, my expectations are never right.
Samantha is my sensitive girl. By that I mean she cries a lot. Stubs her toe, cries, gets told no, cries, falls, cries, and every year since starting preschool she has cried. She cried for the first four months the first year. Fine, she was two, kind of expected. Then she loved it. It surprised me that she cried the second year because she changed teachers. She cried for about two weeks, then she loved it. This year I was ready for the tears. But, there were none. She doesn’t even say goodbye anymore. She puts her lunch away, runs to the playground, opens the gate, and dashes away.
She can stay all day this year if she wants. My plan was to maybe do that after she adjusted a little to get her used to all day school since kindergarten here is all day. But I was worried because they have mandatory nap time and Samantha hasn’t napped in a year. I wish she would because she’s exhausted at the end of the day, but she won’t even be quiet. It’s kind of a problem really because she keeps the other two up or wakes them up most days. Well, she asked to stay for nap. So last week she stayed for nap twice. And she napped. And Penny and Ella napped at the same time. And Mommy napped. It was AMAZING! Now, this week she doesn’t want to stay, but I told her she has to on Friday so I can get some errands done. It’s really hard to get stuff done when I have to run to school right at lunch time. So she is. And I will nap again.
Ella is my bold child. She’s not a crier. She falls, rarely cries unless she’s really hurt, Sammy hits her, she hits back, Penny pinches her, she pinches back, the 50 pound dog knocks her over, she gets back up and yells at the dog. You get the idea. She also is bold in new situations. Often she’ll run ahead to try something while Sammy hangs onto our legs and cries. So, when we dropped Ella off the first day and she didn’t cry, I was not surprised. I expected her to love preschool from the get go and make herself the center of attention. When we picked her up and learned she had cried when she realized we were gone, I still wasn’t concerned. Day 2, surprised me. Full out sobbing, temper tantrum, hanging onto me for dear life. I handed her to a teacher and left. As I was leaving I heard the door to her classroom (which has a childproof lock on the inside) banging back and forth and Ella screaming, “Mommy! Mommy!” When I came to pick her up, she was in different clothes because she had cried so hard she had thrown up on herself and her teacher. Day 3, the crying was worse. Today, Day 4, she started sobbing at home. They say she likes it once she calms down, and I know she’ll get used to it, but she’s so sad and little, it just breaks my heart.
On the plus side, 2 mornings a week I have only one child! And she takes a morning nap. So, I got to take a morning nap and blog this morning. At least someone had a good morning.