Day 3 and counting...

Well - The school year has officially started...

Gone are the days of enjoying the peaceful morning all to myself: starting off with my shower (without the girls peeking behind the curtain), sipping my coffee while catching glimpses of  'the today show' and skipping off to work while everyone is asleep is only now a distant memory. Our new routine has started - although it is still in the works on running smoothly.

The first day was great!  The gals were super excited about all the days activities...

cinnamon rolls to complete a well balanced meal!...

lookin stylin with their backpacks, skirts, twinkle toes,(and Chayse's need to always accessorize)...

and especially their cupcake surprise when they were picked up!

As for the rest of the week...

Today is Day 4 of Sloan's absolute bliss!

She asks to go to school first thing every morning and walks right into her class with a big smile. She gives me a big hug and kiss, waves by (all the while, her grin has yet to leave her face), runs off with her friends, and never looks back.

All the while, she leaves me standing there feeling the lump in my throat start to rise...

Instead, I fight it off, cling to Chayse on my hip and try to forget that it's her turn next...

Reality sinks in and we head for the daycare.

The first day's drop off was OK- The cheerios won her over, so... out the door I went.

The second day was not so great. Snack time was not until an hour, so I had to leave her standing there, arms reaching out for me, face bright red, cheeks soaked by her huge tears... and just like that I was gone.

and then it was my turn- I broke down the second I sat down in the car.

and today... well today is day 3 and 22 hours, 16 minutes and 23 seconds of Chayse's utter misery!

It's been the worst so far! She started crying once we walked into Sloan's room, (thinking it was her daycare) and only stopped when we kissed and hugged Sloan good bye. She was safe!... so she thought...

 

Then she saw the door leading to her room... and the crying began... followed quickly by the kicking once I handed her off. I said my good bye's and I love you's, and that's when I saw it... "The Typewriter" as we call it. Her head moved from one side while she cried, and then to the other as she caught her breath, and repeated the motions. She looks just like an old typewriter, and that's when we know she's hit rock bottom. I said "I love you" one more time, pulled the dagger out of my heart, opened the door to leave, and broke down all the way to the car. I didn't even make it inside the car before my mascara was running. Next week I'll put that on after the melt down!

Needless to say, when I check in on her throughout the day (from Pa-pa peeking his head around the corner when he's there for lunch), and me calling and checking (I know, I know, I'm one of those parents!) they say she's having a good time. So I'm hoping it's a lot worse on me, than it is on her.

The good news...

Sloan is the only one who goes on Friday's- so tomorrow should be much easier for everyone!!!!