The long awaited day in Annabelle's life finally happened. She officially goes "to school". A school that is all of three hours a week and serves goldfish and apple juice. I'm not a school person but I'd sign up for that experience.
We made a big deal out of today being the first day of Mother's Day Out. I know it's somewhat of a small thing in the grand scheme of life but it's big for us. I've never left her with strangers before. She's never been to any kind of daycare. Since we've always lived far from home and don't have a babysitter it's been her and I all day, every day for the last 904 days. I had such bad anxiety when she was little it took me 7 months to leave her in the church nursery. On the flip side, there have been MANY MANY days I wanted nothing more than to have a morning to myself and here I was presented with the opportunity for one whole morning a week on my own. It's a motherhood jackpot. It was a very emotional time.
Christopher made us blueberry pancakes and bacon for breakfast. She was so excited that Daddy came with us.I was expecting crying but the drop off went so well. We've been to the school three times before so we were familiar with the teachers and the room. Annabelle didn't cry either.
While my offspring was having the time of her life with the Elmo desk, I was sitting in the car not knowing what to do with myself. Last week I had an entire list of things I wanted to do and today I couldn't think of what to do. Finally I came to my senses and went to Dunkin Donuts. Every good day starts there. I strolled around shops and boutiques and meandered through Francescas. Yes, I just went there two days ago but it was a different location so I had to do some retail research. I even had time to do a little sewing. I might have been thinking to myself that I should sign her up for a second morning at MDO.
"I dunno what it says, Mama!" You mean I'm paying big bucks for this school and you don't know how to read yet?
The yellow scribbles are her attempt at writing her name. It's illegible because she's a celebrity.
Look at that picture to the left of the poem. She was only about two months old.
First she's in my lap, then she's writing poems. Soon she'll be a grandmother. BRB. Gotta go cry.