I’m just not ready to let go. Well, I wasn’t until Wednesday when someone forced my hand and said, “It’s time.”
She’s the 4th. The littlest. My youngest. She’s probably babied…a little bit. She rules the house as any youngest sibling does. She’s smarter than we think and I know she’s thinking to herself,”I’ve got these fools wrapped around my finger.” Because she does.
The day came like any other day, get ready for school, go to school, figure out what errands Abby and I had to run… Until Shelby told me her field trip was THAT day. Yup, the one that I volunteered to chaperone that day.
“No, it’s tomorrow.”
“No, it’s tomorrow.”
Knowing I had my sitter and help scheduled for tomorrow so surly I wasn’t wrong…or was I. I have been wrong before, I live by my calendar, but things happen…I’m so not perfect!
She gave me a look which told me I needed to check. I did. It was today.
What was I going to do?! I had 30 minutes to preform a miracle.
I wasn’t going to call my husband for fear of divorce. (I’m sure he would have canceled meetings to watch her but I was trying to avoid that conversation at all cost and fix this myself.) I have little family to help immediately in a bind and without notice. I started running through my head of friends that MIGHT be able to watch Abby for 5 hours, but I was in panic mode!
The preschool where all my babies have gone is around the corner and with a shaky voice I called the director and told her about my dilemma. The worst bind I have ever been in. With a loving, “it’s going to be ok” voice she said to bring her over. I had 30 minutes to fill my car with gas, shop at Publix for a lunch for Abby and drop her off.
I haven’t sent Abby to preschool yet because she’s my shadow, my buddy, my weekday lunch date sidekick. She naps, I work. I just haven’t wanted her to go for really no other reason than I just wasn’t ready to let her go.
Truth is, she’s ready. I’m not.
Thankfully, my some miracle from above, I was somewhat dressed, I don’t think I brushed my teeth, and I’m glad I had a bra on to go to carline which never happens, and Abby had played “preschool” that morning with Mia and got into the car with shoes, socks, a backpack and everything she needed for the day. I added some lunch and she was set…whether I liked it or not. I some how made it to chaperone the field trip on time and all was right with the world.
When I got back from the field trip, I rushed to swoop in and rescue Abby. Mommy to the rescue…not so much. She was resting and we decided to let her be and instead talk about her day. She did AWESOME! She followed directions, played with kids, loved circle time, are lunch and had a really great day. We decided to enroll her 2 days a week. It’s for the best. I know she’ll grow quicker here and will have a great time too. I’m sure I will find ways to fill the time I have with no kids in the house… GASP! What to do first!?!
Ready or not, preschool here we come!!!