The big day finally came and Spencer was so excited to go to preschool. To say he was excited is actually a bit of an understatement. He asked almost everyday for a month if it was "fall" yet and consistently told anyone who would talk to him that he was "starting preschool in the fall."He was just as fearless as I expected him to be and jumped right out of the van and walked right in with all the other kids without even looking back. Owen cried, I did fine. I guess it helped to know that he was so happy.
Twice a week I take Spencer to school and come home and put Owen down for a nap and have over 2 hours of quiet time. I'm not going to lie, I totally love it and I think having some time alone makes me a better mom with a slightly cleaner house.
