The Happy Dance Recital

So for nine years now I have been home "raising" the kids. A job I have loved but I will have to admit in the back of my mind I was dreaming about the day all of my kids would be in school. What would I do with myself??? I would be free at last, free at last.....
People, that day has come and Hayden started his first day of preschool yesterday. We have talked (and dreamt) about this day for so long. The whole time Hayden really hasn't said too much about the topic so we did not know what to expect from him. The weekend before school started we took the kids to dinner at our local Mexican restaurant. In the middle of dinner Hayden decides to bolt under the table and is crying "I want to go home..I want to go home...". Come to find out his teacher is two tables down. Score one for Hayden..mommy zero! The next day we all accompany Hayden to his preschool open house. He proceeds to attach himself to the post outside the building and refuses to go in. Score two for Hayden..mommy zero...!

As the first day of school neared I found myself getting a little stressed about this first day. This may or may not have been due to the fact that his teacher asked me to be the last car in the valet at drop off. So if they have to peel him off of the car door he doesn't scar the other clueless preschoolers. So day one I put my battle gear on and off we go.......
that is after I peeled him off the staircase.......

I did get him to give me one pose for a quick silly face picture to document the occasion, good or bad. We hopped in the car and were off. We pulled in and waited patiently for all the cars to get in the valet and placed ourselves in the back. He studied the kids jumping out of the cars very intensely. I held my breath. His teacher opened the car door and out he jumped. Although he looked a little confused it was a done deal and he was a big preschooler!!!!! Yaaahhhhh!!!! Score one big one for mommy!!!

I do have to admit that driving away I was the happiest mommy in the world. My mother thinks I am cruel since I didn't cry my way home. After nine years, I had three kids in school (even if it was only three days a week for a few hours). I had dreamt about this day and it was finally here. Now what do I do with myself????? Ha!! Lots. I have had nine years to think about it!!

When I picked my big school boy up we celebrated at McDonald's and I continued to do the Happy Dance AAAALLLLL day long!!!!