I did not put up a fight when we went to school today, but I was not looking forward to it. When the elevator door opened and we got off, I recognized the outside of my school. I promptly started crying. I feel a little bad because once I started crying a bunch of other kids started crying too. Misery loves company. When we got into the school I stopped crying a bit, wondering if we were just visiting or maybe it was one of those parent days where Daddy would stay with me. It wasn’t. I was taken away again and cried again.
I did not do very well today and I was feeling clingy. Basically, one of the teachers had to be carrying me all the time. I cried more than before, but I was able to flash a smile from time to time. I did not feel like playing or socializing. To be honest, all I could do was count the minutes until Daddy picked me up from school.
Again after two hours, Daddy came to pick me up, just as I was dozing. I was happy to see him and again expressed it with tears. But by the time we were out of the building I had calmed down and was back to my old self.