I felt awful today. One of those "I'm a terrible mother" kind of feelings.
I know I'm not a terrible mother. But when your baby is sobbing and desperately trying to hold onto you, and you have to turn him over to a teacher who is practically a stranger, and just walk away.....well, it feels awful.
Funny thing is, he was fine as soon as the teacher got him turned around (facing away from me) and into the classroom. I didn't hang around or peek through the window. I did not want to risk him seeing me and continuing the scene.
Again, very enthusiastic when I picked him up. Lined up against the classroom wall like they're supposed to, then greeted me with a big smile and a hug, but he didn't tell me that he didn't miss me today. He didn't tell me I was crazy either, so that's a plus.
By the time we got to the van, he was in his "woe is me" routine......"I'm so tired"; "I'm too worn out to buckle my seatbelt"; "I'm exhausted".
Oh the burdens of being five!