As you may have noticed, Harry & Lottie have been getting very excited recently about an upcoming (important) day. A day that is upon us this week.
First day at preschool.
I call it ‘preschool’ but it’s actually a playgroup / preschool. The twins are only 2 years and 3 months old, however it is a session that they will attend (twice a week initially) until they start big school.
A playgroup without me there.
I wrote a post about it, a while back – called ‘The twins start pre-school: euphoria or anxiety’. And to be honest as the day draws nearer, I’m feeling more excited than anxious about it.
Excited for them. They are going to love playing, meeting the other children, learning new words, painting and drawing wonderful creations, and starting a new routine.
I’m also excited for me. I get a few hours back to myself, and time to catch up on jobs and things that I just never get the chance to do.
Of course I am nervous about how they will settle, but they seem to have gained so much confidence recently with people they don’t know, and with other children, and so I am hoping it goes OK.
I have tried lately to get them into being excited about it. They have new backpacks (Frozen for Lottie, and the Hungry Caterpillar for Harry) and they’ve been putting things in them and walking around ‘pretending’ to go to school! We’ve also thoroughly chatted about what they’ll make and do, and they do seem to get it.
I have their outfits all chosen for their first day and they have new shoes and coats.
Will we have tears on the first day?
Will they hate it?
Will they love it?
One thing is for sure though, our house is going to feel very empty and rather quiet the first time I walk back in after dropping them off.