Friday in the midst of the chaos that has become our life was Emma's very first day of preschool at the local Christian school that is near and dear to my heart. It's the same school I graduated from, that her dad graduated from, that my sister and my nephew attend, and it's the school where I do my ACT prep with the juniors and seniors, as well as, referee their volleyball games. We have lots of history in these halls and it is the school we feel the most comfortable with for our daughter.
From the moment Emma came into our lives, I knew I would send her to this Christian school as soon as she was old enough. So, when I went back to work part time earlier this year, it seemed only natural to enroll her in their K3 program for this fall. I have been nervous and apprehensive about sending her, especially after I got laid off from my job on Wednesday. But, despite our differences, her dad and I both agree that this is what's best for her. She needs the socialization. She needs an education I can't give her at home because of all the stress I'm under. She just needs this, and I think it's worth the sacrifice.
So, anyway, our day started with LOTS of tears, but after hiding upstairs for a few hours, I was assured by our administrator that she was doing just fine and I could probably leave. I piddled around for a few hours, anxious and worried. I finally decided to enjoy the quiet time and made a pretty good dent in my book, as well as getting all of my stuff done for substitute teaching application. I waited and waited for 3:00, and then rushed to the school a few minutes early to pick her up. Her teacher said she did wonderful! That she listened and participated! I was relieved! (Now if we can only keep up the good behavior all year!) So, anyway, today is day two. She shed a few tears this morning, but I am doing my best to convince myself that she is going to have a great day, and I can't wait to hear all about it when I pick her up :)
I hope you are all having a fantastic Monday! :)