|All ready for her first day at playgroup|
Last Tuesday Chloe had her very first day at playgroup. I was excited for her. I was excited for me. I had been desperately hoping we’d get her started and settled before Beak arrived so that she didn’t feel she had been “pushed out” by the new baby so when we got the letter to say she had a place I could have cried.
We did her ‘visit’ in the week before – I sat and filled in some forms and she just took herself off to play. I was confident that she was going to be fine and would really enjoy herself. In the night before she started we talked about Chloe going to “her school” and she seemed excited. She was very cute telling Ange in the morning that she was going to her school and walked happily along with me chatting about how I was going to go home and do my jobs but would be back to pick her up at lunch time.
We hung her coat up on her peg and walked her through into the lounge area where she walked in confidently without so much as a backward glance – I had to actually call her back for a kiss and to say goodbye! When I went to collect her at lunch time she was sat beautifully on the carpet waiting with all the other children – not sat on anyone’s knee needing cuddles or anything. I was super proud and nearly cried at her little beaming face when she saw me and told me “Missed you all day Mummy”. Her key worker explained there had been a few tears but she was mostly fine.
Thursday and Friday she went in fine with no tears all morning – could it be this easy?
This morning was a slightly different matter – she was tired and a bit grumpy. I set her off on the wrong foot by putting her in the wrong car seat! How could I?! As I was telling her we were going to her school she kept saying “No thank you Mummy! My house, see my house” – no matter how beautiful the manners or how cute she was she was going to playgroup! (Besides Mummy had a child free date with a hot chocolate at Housing Units!) She was crying a bit as we went in but I managed to distract her out of it and allowed her to take “My Mouse” with her – not a habit I want to get in to. She wasn’t impressed when I left her but another Mummy came out after me and said she was ok. At home time her key worker said she had been absolutely fine and she was all smiles again – much relief.
When Ben started playgroup at the same age he was used to being in full time Nursery while I had been at work – Chloe hasn’t had Nursery care since I finished working full time around about her first birthday so I always expected she might find it a little harder to adjust. Hopefully she will continue to settle as she gets used to her new environment and we’ll have her sorted before Beak arrives next month!