The moment my kids have been waiting for has finally arrived... they are now officially preschool students. They started preschool at the Y on Tuesday
|Tommy is in the purple room.|
|and Ellie is in the green room. Which caused more than a small meltdown |
on open house night because go ahead, guess what Ellie's favorite color is?
They are having fun, meeting lots of kids, and starting to keep secrets already. When I went to pick them up one day, I got there just as the kids were all returning from the playground to the classrooms. I had to park my car and wait for them to cross, and I watched Tommy walk all the way back holding hands with a pretty little girl. When I asked him about it, he denied all knowledge of the event, and proclaimed, "Mama, I'm not saying you!" (I'm not telling you about it!)
And so, what am I doing with my newfound freedom?
Well, the first day, I went home and cleaned. I didn't manage to sit down even once in the whole time I was home alone. The second day I got smarter. I took a shower. By myself. Nobody pounding on the door. I managed to get all the way dry before I got dressed, and didn't have to wipe anyone's poopy butt before I even got my own covered. Sweet Freedom! I could get used to that!