Yesterday was the first day of pre-K for Jax, and it went well–way better than I expected. He seemed a little nervous, but in that way only a mother can see. He didn’t cry or ask to not go. He stood in line with his classmates as everyone figured out where to go and waited for the day to begin, and I welled up with tears I tried to hide from him (and everyone else).
Two hours later, I picked him up and we walked home for a brief layover before he went to daycare and I went to work. I’d taken a half day so I could see him off in the morning and also pick him up when school let out. He told me he made a friend and that he would have made more but he couldn’t remember the other kids’ names! He was excited about his teacher, whom we’ll call Miss R on the blog, because she’d given each student a baggie of candy along with a cute poem about the first day of class and a juice box. On the very first day of school, his teacher already taught me an important lesson–Candy makes everything more bearable!
On the way to daycare, where he moved into the 4-year-old room earlier this week (we’ll call that teacher Miss M), he told me how much he doesn’t like his new room and how his bestie there isn’t coping well with the change either. Yet he went without too much fuss.
Today was a different story, though. Today was the first full day of pre-K (which is really only 3 hours) and my first day of spending my hour lunchbreak commuting to the school to pick him up and drive him over to the daycare in the next town (where he’s been going since before he turned 2) and then myself back to work. Until now, I’ve been spending my lunchbreaks–pretty much my only free time–by taking walks with my friends. Granting myself daily time for fresh air, sunlight, exercise, and socializing has been so good for my mental well-being. But now that Jax is in a half-day pre-K program, my only option is to give up my lunchbreaks in order to drive him from pre-K to daycare. Fortunately, I work 10-15 minutes away, so I assumed I could accomplish the pick-up and drop-off and get back to work within an hour, and I tested that hypothesist today.
The commute part of the hour went really well. It turns out that I’ll have 15 minutes to walk at the park nearby while I wait for Jax to be let out of school, as long as I don’t hit any weird traffic between work and school.
The pick up went well, too. Jax was happy to see me, and even happier when our neighbor, also in pre-K but in a different class, gave him a kiss when she saw him–his second one from her today!
The drop-off at daycare today didn’t go well at all. In fact, it went so NOT well that two teachers had to assist so I could escape from his clingy clutches and get back to work on time. The focus of the brief time we were together at daycare turned from a pleasant hello in the middle of the day into an attempt to escape as quickly as possible without risking damage to my outfit. I didn’t get to say goodbye with a kiss like always. When I turned back at the door to peek at him, he had his arm strewn across the lunch table, his head down on top of it.
It was pretty sad.
Someone please tell me it’s not going to be like this every school day until he starts full-day kindergarten? He’ll soon adjust to our weird new routine, right?