Well, our first full week of preschool had its ups and downs.
Monday night, Daniel had a fever and stayed home on Tuesday. The germ factory strikes. Rebecca was fine, and happily went to school by herself.
Wednesday, we had their long-scheduled 3-year checkup, thanks to the nightmare of pediatrician scheduling that is the late-summer birthday. You literally have to get on the books 4-6 months in advance. Anyways, both kids are peachy, and a quick strep test for Daniel was negative, but that was a missed day of school for both.
Thursday at drop-off, Daniel claimed he wasn’t feeling well and it took a few minutes of convincing for me to get him out of the car. Whatever, the fever was gone. So was his sister. Long gone, already hanging up her coat and putting on her classroom slippers. See ya, suckah.
Friday, we were running a little late and I was trying to get them to the car in a hurry. Which meant that Rebecca fell flat on her face in our driveway and had two skinned knees that needed to be addressed before we could leave. Got to school, and I almost cried watching Rebecca hobble into the building, though I know she has a tendency to just walk funny when she has band-aids. Daniel attempted to say he didn’t want to go to school, but his teacher was working the drop-off line and quickly convinced him to go inside.
And when I picked them up? Smiles all around from Rebecca, some tired and thirsty whines from Daniel, and school bags full of completed work.
I love preschool.