This past Monday I put my daughter back in daycare, as this coming Monday I go back to school (college). I put her in a week early so that she and I both get re-accustomed to getting up early and getting back into the routine of things. I’m not sure about her, but I can tell already that I dislike getting up at 6:30AM versus 8AM.
Monday, like all Monday’s, was going fairly rough for the both of us. I couldn’t get her to get up, couldn’t get her to eat her breakfast, and couldn’t get her to get dressed. I was finishing getting ready myself and come to find her curled up in my bed. I snuggled up beside her for a few minutes and calmly told her that it was time to go back to school and play with her friends. She had finally started to get dressed and we were out the door almost an hour and a half later than I had planned on leaving. This is the reason why I started her back to daycare a week early.
I took her back into the same classroom she was in before summer break. She seemed to fall right into the same class routine without a problem. She even waved bye at me instead of wrapping both her legs and arms around me, not wanting me out of her sight. I waved at her one more time before I let myself out of her sight, then headed out the door. I had a long list of things to do before I headed back to school Monday.
We had a great summer full of so much fun. I think I’m going to need a bigger can of red bull to start each day with next week.