Today is Bug's first day back at her old preschool. It's also Monday, which typically is the worst day of the week for school.
Taking her in today, I was expecting clinging, crying, whining, refusal to take off her coat, insistence in saying goodbye at the window, more crying, not wanting the teachers to touch her. There was none of that.
It wasn't at all like a Monday, and not at all like she had ever left. She didn't act like she was in a foreign place; she definitely remembered it all. She dropped her bag in her cubby. She took off her hat, coat, gloves and scarf without protest. She didn't insist that I hold her when I needed to sign her in and give the teacher all her gear. She went right to the teacher when she offered to pick her up. She gave K and me the requested goodbye hugs and kisses. And while she said she wanted to say goodbye at the window, by the time I exited the classroom and turned around in the hallway, she wasn't even looking.
In retrospect, her reaction to this shows me how little Bug really adjusted to the other school. Mondays were always so hard there, and mornings met with a degree of clinginess and not wanting to take off the coat and settle in. But that's in the past now. Let's not dwell on it.
