Well I made it through yesterday’s 1st day of preschool without as much of an emotional breakdown as I thought. I guess the fact that my daughter could not have cared less that I was leaving helped dry the tears. Seriously. She skipped to the car, wouldn’t even stand still to take a picture:
Babbled alllll the way there, practically sprinted across the parking lot. Gave me The Look when I delayed her descent down the steps for more pictures:
And when we got the room, she just walked off and left me. No hug, no kiss, no please-don’t-leave-me-Mommy:
When I went to tell her goodbye, my eyes welled up with tears.
“Mommy’s gonna go now, okay? I’ll be back later. You have fun and be a good girl. I love you, Princess.”
Very Hallmark Movie moment. Until she replied.
“Wook, Mama! I got a chicken! Bawk bawk bawk!”
Gee thanks. Couldn’t she have thrown me a bone and at least pretended she wasn’t pumped to be there?