I never thought this day would come. Now that it's here, though, I'm feeling a little trepidation... Brent starts pre-school tomorrow (Tuesday) afternoon! He'll go from noon-2:30 on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. He seems to be really excited and I hope he does well. But he's such a mama's boy, I'm a little nervous for him. It's partly our fault that he's like that-- the ONLY people who've babysat him are my parents, John's parents and my friend Chrissy, whose husband John grew up with, so he's not all that comfortable around strangers (I'm not saying that's a bad thing).
So for the first time, I'm a little sad that he's growing up. John's not helping, either. After we put Brent to bed tonight, he said about 10 times in a sad voice, "Brent starts SCHOOL tomorrow" :-)
I'm sure I'm worrying for nothing... in fact, he'll probably do better than John and I do. John's off tomorrow, so we'll both be going to drop him off and then out to lunch. I think the pre-school's drop-off routine will be really good, though. We pull up to the door, and the teachers come out to the vehicles and get the kids out and bring them up to their classroom. And they give us a number to display in the window for when we pick them up.
I'm sure by this time next month I'll be anxiously awaiting Tues and Wed afternoons so I can get a bunch of stuff done. But for now, I think I'll just be sad for a little while :-)