He is currently going thru 3 days of orientation, which means he stays there for 3 hours each day for 3 days to observe and be familiarized to the environment instead of attending the full day program right away. I suspect the orientation is designed in such a way not for the kids, but for the parents. He is my addiction so i am hoping these 3 days will help me cope with my withdrawal symptoms and stop the urge of wanting to bring him home every few minutes.
Yesterday was hard. I was trying to brace myself while we walked 2 blocks to school, thinking "Damn it, Carina! You better not cry later. This is all for the greater good,". We got there and the teachers welcomed him ( i was also glad that i went to the school a couple of times before just to get to know the teachers). I handed him over to one of the teachers, shared with them on his routines/habits, played with him for a bit and FORCED myself to leave. As soon as i reached home, i broke into pieces. Called my husband and did the ugly
He was just waking up from a nap when i picked him up 3 hours later. To my relief, Matthew gave me tons of smiles when he saw me. I think thats his way of consoling and reassuring me that he was fine. He came home and went about his day as normal.
Chris keeps suggesting that i venture out and spend time away from the empty house. I think i might do just that to maintain my sanity.
Spa, anyone?
sorry we didnt get to catch up babe. it'll all be fine. you don't give yourself enough credit for what you do. you're a great mom and there is no doubt about that. all will be fine in time you'll see. just hang in there! :) - ally
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