We’re waiting on Henry to get home from his second day of preschool. I’m going to have to get used to this new schedule….lunch is earlier so nap is earlier so the afternoon is…busier.

I debated for several days about whether I was going to get him on the bus and then take the girls and meet him at the school. I see so many pictures of the kids going back to school and their parents in the classroom, watching them color or whatever. And Sunday afternoon, I had made up my mind that I was going to go. But he had been to the school and met his teacher, and I knew his teacher would be waiting for him when the bus pulled up. I also knew that when we went to Meet the Teacher night last week, his teacher had had the parents write a note for the kids to see first thing yesterday morning, so I knew he wouldn’t feel like he was alone. So I decided not to go.

Can you believe that I didn’t cry when I sent him off to his first day of school yesterday? Pregnant, hormonal, emotional me? The only time I almost cried was when I looked at the picture of him getting on the bus, and even then, no tears rolling down my cheek. I’m sure it would have been different if he had been nervous or crying or screaming or not wanting to go. But he was excited when the bus came and walked right on up to his seat.

I can’t tell you how relieved I was to hear that they have car seats built in to their buses for the preschoolers. I had visions of sociable little Henry getting off his seat, walking all over, talking to everybody. I also can’t tell you how relieved I am that I don’t have to ride the bus! Poor kid is so sweaty when he gets home!