Daycare

Most days, dropping A off at daycare is a breeze.  We go into the room, do hugs and kisses, maybe E will play a little while.  Then we leave, we have to stop at the window to wave goodbye (one day M didn't do this, and as soon as he got home, he got a call that A was still waiting at the window for him to wave), and he runs off to play.

Today, however, A reacted in a way that he hasn't since... gosh I can't remember.  I don't think he was walking.

I left the room and he was playing.  Drove around to the window, and he was there in absolute tears.  He was so upset, I pulled over and got out to talk to him through the window.  "I want to go hooooome," he screamed.  His teacher and I were telling him about all the fun things they're going to do today, but he was inconsolable.  I decided to go with the Band-Aid tear off and just walk away.  By this point, his teacher had picked him up, but he was practically out of her arms reaching through the window, screaming "Mommy, Mommy."



We ran to the grocery store to pick up a few things, came home and put E to his nap, and then I called.  Luckily, his teacher answered, and said he's totally fine, that he was coloring and playing, about an hour later.



I know I need to start getting my not heartbreak armor on, since I'll be getting a ton of it in September from Little Brother.  I just was totally not prepared for it from the Big One.