Home Alone

Today was Malia’s first day of preschool. She has been super excited ever since her teacher came to visit her a couple of weeks ago. This morning she was so excited that she only ate about two bites of her breakfast.

See what I mean? That’s one excited kiddo.

She was thrilled to walk to school and even held my hand crossing the street (something Matthew would never do). In addition to that, she stood on the green (previously pink and then orange) rectangle like a normal child, also unlike Matthew.

I had two whole hours to myself which went by far too fast, of course. And when I picked Malia up I was glad to see that she was still a happy camper. Day one of school=a huge success.

Malia has already asked if she can go to preschool again and I was pleased to inform her that she will get to go again on Thursday. When my sister-in-law Danna came to give me a massage this afternoon, Malia informed her that she had just gone back on-track. Yup. She’s got the year-round-school lingo down. As for me, it’s been a few years since I consistently had a few hours of alone time while the kiddies were at school. I had about six months when Nathan was in preschool before Matthew came along. And then I had one year when Matthew was in preschool before Malia arrived. So I’ve had these few solitary hours before, but I always knew they wouldn’t last long. And now I’m at a point where they are not only going to last, but the number of hours is going to increase as the years go by. So this is the last first day of preschool for me. And I’m not sure how I feel about that yet.