Because everyone else is doing it:
Bug went to preschool. He looks happy, right? Except, here he was twenty minutes prior, choking down his Cheerios between pouts:
"I don't wannnnnna go to pweschool!" That refrain kept up as we got into the car, as we made our way into town, as I stood beside the car in the preschool parking lot trying to coax him out of his car seat. "I wanna go home! I'm a baby! I'm NOT a big boy!" Heart. Break. But finally, I got him inside, and his teacher was sweet as could be, and the two little girls already in the classroom were excited to meet the new boy and show him his hook and cubby in the hallway, and five minutes later my first baby and I were hugging goodbye in the preschool hallway as visions ran through my mind of me hugging a college-aged Bug goodbye in a college dorm before he shrugs me off (his FRIENDS might see, yo!) and J pulls me away and I cry ALL THE WAY HOME FOREVER. Finally, I let go. And after he made a quick confirmation that I'd be back to get him later in the afternoon, Anderson turned and walked to his class. And me? I put on my shades to hide the tears welling in my eyes, darted out to the parking lot, and sat there crying in the driver's seat. And then found a Starbucks. BECAUSE I CAN! (There were no Starbucks in the woods, people. I KNOW.)
He did great. He'd turned into a 10 year old who makes fart jokes by the time I picked him up at 3pm, but he did great. He's due back this morning and not all that excited about it at the moment. He woke up at 7:00, came into the kitchen and saw that I was fully dressed and packing his lunch box, and turned and ran back to bed. And he's still in bed. Note to self: try this trick on Saturday.
peace love joy
5 hours ago