With all the talk about my bookstore changing its hours, and DH's plant talking about some new contracts, we began to seriously talk about Hoot going to preschool/daycare. We found a place we loved and Hoot REALLY wanted to go there and be with other kids during the day.
I thought he'd be a model citizen.
Turns out he needs Mr Bubbles to make him a model citizen.
Seriously, I thought it might have a few challenges and would be rough for a few weeks. I did not know he would turn feral. On the first day, he moved furniture around in a fit of rage. On the second day, he tried to hit a teacher and told her he was going to get her fired. On the third day, we didn't have to go to the office until almost noon.
This week, we are just shooting for noon. Every day. Get him through the morning routine with a few successes under his belt, since I really felt like, in the end, we had set him up for some big time failure with this one.
Next week, we're going to try and make it through the entire day. God only knows what nap time will bring.
This morning, I'll be sitting here by the phone until noon. With a huge pit in my stomach. Jumping out of my skin every time the phone rings.
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