Saturday, August 16, 2008

I survived!

I dread the last week of July and the first weeks of August more than anything. I have to return to work and my poor little guy has nowhere consistent to go. After a fun week with Daddy ending in a terrible fever, a stressful week with Grandma and Grandpa and the return of aforementioned fever, and a relatively uneventful week with Auntie, we are ready to begin a routine. DS goes back to preschool on Monday. This is great news for me and according to DS not so good news for him! I am hoping that his best friend and the fricking sandbox (which is the bane of my existence) will be alluring enough to make the first day drop off uneventful. Last year when he was new there the crocodile tears and histrionics were enough to rip my heart out of my chest and I am praying to avoid that scene! Truth is he NEEDS preschool. I think I may have spoiled him a teensy bit (DO NOT EVER SHARE THIS WITH MY HUSBAND please :)) and the structure of the day will serve him well as he truly is a creature of routine and habit! Think of me Monday morning as I embark on the start of my journey to the new normalcy in our lives and the nightmare of cleaning sand out of the infinite number of nooks and crannys my child's little body has!!


DanisDelusions said...

Ugh, I know all about those darn sandboxes! Lynn spent half her time at the summer park in the sandbox and came home everyday with it EVERYWHERE.

I'm sorry that you have to readjust but I'm sure you will fall into a routine quick enough.

Kati said...

Sorry to hear of your son's fever. :(

Thanks for the nice notes~

Julie (It is.) said...

We actually HAD sandboxes for the girls at 2 houses we lived at. Both girls were a little finicky about getting it too many places, though. Bad enough on feet and legs. Sure was fun playing in it though.

Hope the first day of school went ok for Brendan.

Hummie said...

Oh, we will be thinking of you on Monday! May there be sandbox wonders of joy!