Tomorrow (Monday) is the boys’ first day back in pre-school. Two years ago, when Josh started his first day, I was a wreck. I can’t remember if he cried; if he did it wasn’t much. I however was in tears (overprotective control freak much…) Tomorrow I will not cry. No really, I won’t. Had this been Elijah’s first year, as was originally planed, I can’t say I would be ask confident in my no cry declaration. But we ended up needing to start him last year due to some family drama and Melissa needing converge for her Monday morning class. This year Elijah is going 5 days versus 3, and they are both staying until 2 versus 12:30. But essentially this isn’t anything new for them. In fact Elijah has the same teachers and almost all the same kids in his class. Now for Melissa, it is a big change. This will be the first time in 4 1/2 years, that she will actually regularly have some time without the kids.
So this is great for everyone. Well not so much for our bank account (Great school and totally worth it, but seriously who knew preschool was so expensive.) Besides I can’t actually have a breakdown since I am flying solo tomorrow. Melissa managed to pull Jury Duty.