Tomorrow is the sort-of official start of my little guy’s school career. Tomorrow, we meet the preschool teachers and check out his classroom, while Thursday is the first day.
I remember Yael’s first day, when all the other mothers were standing around, dabbing their eyes and bemoaning their babies growing up. Me? I whipped out my laptop and said “Dude! An entire hour to get some work done without being interrupted? Woot!”
(Yes, I may possibly have actually uttered the word “Woot.” Don’t judge me.)
I just can’t quite manage to get myself worked up over preschool. It’s two days a week, 2 3/4 hours a day. Per hour it costs about the same as Anna the awesome babysitter, but it comes with a snack and some education, so I figure it’s a good deal.
I mean, I’m excited for Barak, this is a big change, etc. and so on, but the tears just aren’t there. He’s going to have a great time and I’m finally going to have some time to work without having to put on Dinosaur Train or Toot and Puddle.
Not that there’s anything wrong with those shows, but it’ll be nice to work to grownup music instead 😀
Apparently I’m just insufficiently sentimental! But I can live with that, because my wonderful grownup boy is going to go to school. Good for him. It’s only going to get more awesome from here.