The girls weren't the only ones who started school this week. This cutie patootie started as well. Three half-days a week. Thirteen and a half precious hours ... (insert jazz hands here). Of course, when you subtract the time it takes me to schlep him there and back, it's really only about twelve hours.
I'm still not complaining.
With three kids and no husband around to offer any relief, I really needed to give myself a few hours of alone time. To go grocery shopping. To clean the house. To prepare dinner. To shower and take a cr*p by MYSELF.
I needed it. And he needed it as well.
Both the girls started preschools when they were Gray's age, though neither of them acclimated as well as he did this past week. He walked right in, sat on one of their little seats, gave me the hand and told me to be on my way. No crying. No issues. Nothing. Not even when I snapped a bevy of cr*ppy photos of him on my iPhone. Because I forgot my camera. He just ignored me. Like his sisters.
So far, so good. This place is a great fit.
And I now have time.