It would appear that Alex's first day of school was a success. :)
I managed to hold back the ugly cry when the bus drove away with my baby, but a few tears might have slipped out. I didn't really have time to get too sad, because the bus was early and I was too busy trying to grab my camera.
I missed the chance to get the traditional first-day-of-school picture-- all I got was Josh walking her out to the bus.
They pick her up right in front of our house.
And as soon as the bus drove away, Josh hopped in the car and followed it.
Yes, he did.
He drove behind it all the way to the school and then waited and watched for her to get off the bus and into the building.
Then he left before anyone called the cops reporting some man watching from a distance as kids got off the bus. We're lucky he doesn't still have his molester-stache, or he would certainly have been arrested.
Then the long day started of wondering what she was doing, if she was sad or scared, if she was hungry or cold or tired or pouty. It's such a weird feeling to be without a little person who for so long has depended on you for her every need.
Later I asked her if she had missed me at all during the day and she said, "Mommy I was busy. I forgot you weren't there."
I'm glad for that.
But she could have missed me just a little.
I made sure to bring my camera to pick-up time to make up for the morning picture. (She only rides the bus to school, and I pick her up when she's done.)
Alex reported that her favorite part of the day (prepare yourself for her run-on sentence) was:
"When Mrs. E read the gingerbread man and she put a paper gingerbread man in the play oven and when we came back he wasn't there he ran away but he left a note so we knew where to find him and he had made us a yummy snack!"
These are the details I was able to dig out of her:
She played play-doh
She colored pictures
She "counted the calendar"
She said her letters
They read The Kissing Hand
They made a craft
They made a craft
She ate lunch in a big room with lots of tables
She ate everything but her applesauce
They went to the bathroom "so many times"
She wiped her own poop
She played outside on the monkey bars
She had to lay her head on her desk and rest her eyes after recess
She slept (not true) so can she stay up very late tonight?
Her teacher is nice
The bus was fun
There were "NO seatbelts"
And my personal favorite:
"We got to play whatever we wanted for a little while. It's called sexual time."
I think she might mean section time, but I can't be certain.
The only thing I'm certain of is that it's surely not called sexual time.
Or else we're homeschooling.
For me, the day felt really long. And quiet.
And I had this weird guilty feeling that I was pawning my kid off on someone else and that I should ask how much I owed them at the school when I picked her up.
And did I mention it was quiet?
Not only was Alex's never-ending talking gone, but so was the bickering between her and Derek, as well as the sound of my voice constantly running interference.
It's definitely going to take some getting used to.
But she loves it, and I have to admit...the quiet?
It's kind of nice.