I dropped the boys off at their first day of preschool. I talked to the teacher for a bit, snapped some pictures and then wanted one with their teacher. They each came over and gave pouty faces for the camera.
They ran off to play and I said my good byes. Surprisingly, no one had a melddown and I headed out.
I came home and sat on the couch and enjoyed the silence for a few minutes. Then for the next 2 hours I cleaned the bathrooms, dusted, vacuumed and mopped floors. It was refreshing to work interruption free.
When I picked them up, Mr. Screech came running with his things and appeared to be in a good mood. Mr. Happy had no clue we had even shown up even though the teacher had called his name to come. This made me wonder if he regressed at school and zoned out most of the time. When Mr. Happy is stressed he goes far far away into his own little world and does not respond well.
Since I parent trauma, I fully expected them to come home grumpy and snarky, especially, Mr. Screech. Low and behold they have been happy and loving and full of joy. It makes my heart sing and today I fell a little more in love with them both. It is amazing how much better a recharged mama can feel.
This is progress from last school year because they both had a hard time being left, but then again they were in separate preschools and now they are together. That might make a difference.