I am having trouble adjusting to the quiet on preschool days. It doesn’t make me sad. It’s just different. I could turn on the TV or the radio, but I kind of like it. I don’t know exactly what to do with it though. Is that confusing? It’s just so doggone different.
I thought I would be getting ahead on blog posts or cleaning the oven or giving myself spectacular manicures . . . but I find myself just sitting quietly in the quiet.
I don’t think it will last. Do you? I think in another week or two, I am going to be a whirling dervish of activity — radio blaring, daytime TV droning.
D loves, loves, loves preschool by the way. He is excited to go every day. I am very glad about this because when Colin was a preschooler, he went one week and then decided he’d “climbed that hill” and didn’t need to go again. Been there. Done that.
He still feels that way.