Hazel had her first day of Preschool.
And At the same time the first time I have ever put my child on a bus.
She was excited but nervous. I was just plain terrified.
The aides kept telling me "she is fine, she's doing great" Is that code for let me shut the bus door?
she picked out her whole outfit the night before
Luckily Avary had an appointment and I bought her a hamburger and Ice cream for lunch and didn't take her back to school until it was time to pick Hazel up from the bus.
Hazel didn't seem too happy when she got off the bus.
When I went to hug her she tried to hit me with her backpack.
I wanted to yell "what did you do to my baby"!!
We walked home and she wouldn't talk the whole way home.
I guarantee she hadn't said a word to anyone since she got on the bus two hours earlier.
I got her to finally tell me about her day and she said it was fun and she has two friends, but that the bus gave her a headache and she wanted to lay her head down on the way home.
And then she had a meltdown because we didn't have any waffles.
It was an hour past her normal lunchtime.
And the first time in her life she has been away from me in that way.
I admit we went to the store and got waffles.
Afterwards she drew pictures and cut them out for her teacher. That's good, that means she likes her.
This is one of the hardest things for me. I want to be the one to drop her off and pick her up. I worry about her the whole time. Not to mention my baby is turning 5 and I don't want to move on to this stage of life. Nooooo! This is such a hard transition.
There are plenty of people who laugh at me because it's only 2 hours three days a week, but it is so hard!
She is lucky I didn't cry.
I'll save that for the first day of kindergarten.
