Pumpkins, Preschool and the PTO

Actually, the pumpkins and PTO part are going to have to wait until tomorrow (or later).

Here's a hint though: last week I helped out in the Princess' kindergarten room for the Halloween Party and tonight was PTO meeting #2. (And, since I'm less June Cleaver than Peggy Bundy, there are some stories. Shocking, I know.)

So, that leaves us with "Preschool". See, today was Little Man's first day. And, since I've been through this before, I was ready. Prepared. Unable to be surprised, yes?

(Go ahead and laugh. It sounds as ridiculous to me typing it as I'm sure it does to you reading it.)

Now, since it's the same preschool that Princess went to, Little Man has some familiarity since he often went with me to either pick her up or drop her off.

As we walked into his room, he sat with the rest of his class at the table because it was time for breakfast. Even though he'd eaten at home, he sat down, as directed, and broke bread with his new playmates.

He kissed me, waved goodbye, and I left. (No tears, but a heavy heart for sure)

When I returned to retrieve Little Man, he was sitting at a table, GIANT crocodile tears streaming down both cheeks, and making that (what I call) hup-pup sound ... that spontaneous, uncontrollable sound a child makes every few seconds after they've been crying REALLY HARD (as they're trying to regain composure) ..... Apparently, he did great all morning and through lunch, right up until they started getting the nap mats out. Seems he thought he was going to have to nap there and wasn't interested in that plan AT ALL.

When he saw me, he reached his arms out and began wailing again, a very pitiful, heart-wrenching cry that was both relief and exhaustion. He grabbed my neck so hard, wrapped his little legs around my waist, and muttered, "HOME" sob sob sob "NOW" sob sob sob "PEEZE".

I might seriously have to drug him(and me) to get him back in there on Wednesday ....