Monday
I survive, when we dropped her off I was trying not to focus on what was actually happening. When she gave me a hug though, the tears started welling up in my eyes but I managed to not cry. Since Oliver was with me he was a good distraction, I made it home without crying either.
Nick was off of work, we basically spent the day going, “I wonder what she’s doing now?” ”It sure is quiet around here.”
After messing around in his crib for a while, Oliver finally decides to fall asleep for his afternoon nap right before it’s time to go pick Hanna up. Nick and I both wanted to go get her together. He was nice enough (although, not happy about it) to let me go pick her up.
My first ever carpool line. I was 3rd-ish in line and apparently no one comes to pick their kids up early. (Yeah, *I* was early.) The teacher is shouting for Hanna, using the wrong last name – I corrected her. Also, for some reason, they call the part of the school that faces the main road and that has the main entrance closest to it the “back” of the school. (Who thought that one up? Just to be extra confusing?!)
Hanna was in the right place and makes it to the car. Within seconds of getting in she is crying. ”Mrs. K forgot recess.” I told her it was probably too hot out. But she says they didn’t get to play at all after lunch. Who knows. I ask her what she did today. She doesn’t know. ”I just want to go home.” I’m thinking she’s overwhelmed.
After coming home and a good cry and resting for a little bit she seems better and starts remembering things. It seems like she had a fun day. I checked her lunchbox and she ate almost everything but maybe took one sip of her water. I hope she drinks more, especially with how hot it is out.
She goes to bed but sometime that night crawled into our bed. She wiggles me awake around 5 AM and whispers, “Tomorrow is another new day of Kindergarten!… I’m so excited!”