My memory is too good for my own good. I started to cry in the elevator on the way up to nursery school. I recognized it and knew that I would be taken away from Daddy. Sure enough, I was handed off to my teacher and cried a lot. Everyone was hoping that this would get easier but it hasn’t. Let’s hope it is just one of those things that gets harder before it gets easier.
Once I got to school I made an effort to let everyone know that I wasn’t happy. I cried and cried and cried. And then it was lunch time. My first lunch at school. I stopped crying instantly. I ate all my food, which impressed all the teachers. Many students, especial new students, don’t eat everything. The food was really good and I also got some formula after too. Hmmm, I think I might have judged this place too soon.
After eating I played with toys a bit, but then I turned to my teachers and showed them that I was sleepy and I wanted to be carried. They obliged me.
Then Daddy came to pick me up. Today I stayed at school for three hours and we are planning to extend that tomorrow to 14:30 so that I have a chance to take a nap there too. That sounds like a good plan because I had just fallen asleep when Daddy picked me up today.
As usual, Daddy asked me how my day was. We were sitting on a bench in the lobby of the building so that Daddy could get his baby carrier on. During that time I told him all about my day. If you think it sounds like I am complaining a lot then you are not mistaken.
I was only there in the morning, but school just tired me out. I fell asleep on the way home again today.
