School

School started for Maizey.
I can take a deep breath, finally get a good nights sleep and stop drinking so heavily. Just kidding. I slept awesome last night.





She was a champ.



She barely noticed I was leaving. She wandered the classroom looking for something to do. She said hi to her teachers and remembered their names. And when I came to pick her up, she came from the play yard area to wait at the door holding Sephoras hand. It might have been the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. 



I made a big deal about it. I see that now. But it felt right at the time. It's just that she's so little and she's only three and we have spent like, almost every single day of her life together and while it's only a few hours, two days a week, it's different than our normal and I never accept change with open arms right away. I felt every day of these last three years bubble to the surface these last two days. She was so nonchalant about the whole thing and I secretly wanted her to cry when I was leaving and say she wasn't staying, but I was proud that she was perfectly confident and happy and well, fine. She, without saying a word, told me to get over it. Truthfully, it's five freaking hours a week. That's it. I did need to get over it. Luckily, my new, fellow preschool mom friend Andrea provided a great distraction.  We hiked. Fast and hard and we never stopped talking. It was exactly what I needed. When we got back to the school, it was the fastest two and a half hours ever. I am happy to admit though, she was super excited to see me.



She's going to do great. I love that about her.