Kidding. Sort of :)
I won't lie... I needed backup in the drop-off process and dragged my husband along for moral support... I cried more than one tear I must confess. The idea of sending one's baby off to school and the actual PRACTICE are two very different things. My littlest child has never been minded by anyone other than family and then pretty rarely. It breaks my heart just a little bit to have condemned him to a day inside a room with a bunch of other kids he's never met, a strange bed and hours and hours without his (sniff) mummy.
he'll love it.
Fern does, and barely says goodbye before she skips off to play with the boys. hmmmm. But of course Elliott is not Fern.
I've been putting this off and pretending I can work with the kids at home. But I can't, really. And so it was time. Because mummy. needs. a. work. day.
So now (for the first time in three years) I get a whole day, seven precious hours in which to ensconce myself in my little studio.
A WORK day, peeps.
I feel like I need a whole new corporate wardrobe! Heels! Lipstick!
I've settled for a pair of shorts, a tank, my havaianas and a swipe of lipgloss. But that'll do!
Am I allowed out for a lunch break?
|my darling boy on his first day of preschool.... I whipped him up that linen bag you see on the ground last night using a pillow case and some scraps of fabric!|
ps. Much thanks for the advice to yesterday's article . Some great tips I'll be trying out - thank you thank you! xxx