The pre-school saga is no more (hopefully) – Mummascribbles

I would normally be publishing my weekend happy today, but you know what? We had a really bloody boring weekend! The kids had all their classes, I got my hair cut, the dog had a training session, the other half went out to the snooker, and my Sister and Nephew popped round for a cuppa. And there were quite a few meltdowns thrown in as well. So I decided not to bother writing one this week!

So instead, I thought I would give an update to our pre-school saga. You may have read the previous posts or you may not have. The first was a week in and he hated it. I had to stay with him for every single session.

The follow up was that he was improving. I could actually leave him and he only cried until I was literally out of sight, and he was staying through the whole sessions without me there. He was making friends with the children and staff and I was hoping for the day that the tears stopped completely.

So where are we now?

Well, those tears stopped. They actually stopped!

It was a couple of weeks before Christmas when I dropped him off and he waved me goodbye with a smile on his face. I couldn’t actually believe it. And then he got ill – again! I thought that was going to be another major set back. He was off for two days and he just about made it to his Christmas party on the Friday which was only an hour and a half long. And then it was Christmas. Two whole weeks off. What on earth would happen? And not only that, but as of the beginning of January, he started getting his 15 hours funding and was therefore going every morning rather than just the three per week that he was doing before.

So, the Christmas holidays went by and the return was nigh. We dropped Zach off at school, Oscar was on his little ride on motorbike, and he went zooming next door to pre-school, parked up, and requested the usual pick up as we waited to go in. In we went and he felt a bit clingy, didn’t want me to put him down, and then when I suggested he go and find what activity he wanted to do, he kind of made a little whine noise that I thought might turn into tears – but it didn’t happen. I popped him down, reminded him that I would pick him up just like before Christmas, and he went off to play!

On Wednesday the same thing happened. And then on Thursday there wasn’t even a murmur. He just went off to the bikes outside, gave me a kiss, and I left him zooming around. And the same on Friday, only this time he was all for the play-doh.

There hasn’t been a single tear shed. Every morning I drop him off smiling and 3 hours later I pick him up and when he spots me, the biggest smile ever spreads across his face as he comes running towards me asking me what I have brought him (those early days required quite a lot of treats at the end which has now totally backfired). And even better, my Mum picked him up on Friday which was a massive achievement. I wasn’t sure how he would feel about being picked up by anyone other than me, but he was excited about it and absolutely fine when it happened.

And you know what else? He hasn’t even fathomed that he has been going every day. He hasn’t even questioned it. He just zooms out of school and zooms round to pre-school. And as I was putting him to bed on Sunday night and I reminded him that he had pre-school in the morning, his response was – “I love pre-school”.

Hallelujah!

Can’t say I am a fan of the epic tired afternoon meltdowns though!!