Last Friday we began daycare yet again in the Stuber house. The kids have been fortunate enough to stay home with Jenny this past first year, and it is a little heart-wrenching as we transition to the new daytime routine.
Friday morning we were out the door about five minutes after they woke up because the boys were running around screaming to go to school from the moment they got up. So we essentially got dressed, brushed teeth and took off. We were able to both be there for drop off number one, which was a good thing because I may have just sat down and stayed with the girls all day if Patric had not been there to guide me out the door. They hate it, and they cry, and it kills me. But then we drop the boys off at their room, and they barely wave good-bye as they take off for all things new and shiny. And their confidence makes me proud and gives me confidence in turn that the ladies will be served well by this experience. I look forward to the day they confidently barrel ahead for new adventures. Right now, it's heart wrenching.
Day one pick up was an opposite experience. The ladies were playing quietly when we peeked in the door. And when they saw us their little smiles lit up the room and they came straight for us knocking everything else out of the way. And that is a pretty fabulous feeling. The boys, on the other hand, were a bit more difficult. We were pretty encouraged when they saw us out the gymnastics room window and started waving and smiling. Their teacher gave them their day sheets, and they came running to hand us their reports. Then. Then they ran straight back for the gymnastics room. They ran in the other direction really, anywhere but into our arms where they correctly sensed we were going to snatch them away from this place. And they were drug crying and fighting the whole way.
So on the way in we leave upset one-year-olds and on the way out we are dragging upset two-year-olds. And we look a wreck coming and going. And as with most things, we guess it will even out in time. Right now, we are a drama.
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As much as it breaks my heart to read this, I can't imagine your mornings.
It will get better. It has to get better. In the meantime, I'm thinking of you and the girls every morning!
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I'm sure our daycare day will come at some point. I know the girls will adjust quickly, but I can imagine how hard it is for Mom.
I knew the boys would love going to "school!" The only thing they would like better is if they got to ride the bus to school! I'm so sad that the girls are having such a hard time, though. I miss them all already! I really hope the second day was easier for the girls!
I'm so happy to hear that the boys are excited about "school." I think their interaction with other kids their age (besides each other) will be a good experience. Isn't it nice to know that all your hard-earned money is going toward making them that excited and happy? Eventually the girls will get used to it and learn to like it, I think. They're just young and used to being at their own house. You've got them in one of the best daycares in the city, from what I hear. It'll get better with time - don't worry!
I'm anxious to hear how it's going with Dad getting all four there and home by himself these few days. I'll bet there's some howling and crying going on from him now, too. Poor things.
So, the girls really didn't have such a bad time, that's great. And the boys, well, that speaks for itself.
Here's hoping that the mornings and evenings go smoother, so you won't worry so much during the day about your precious little ones!
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