Today is the Peanuts first semi-full day at her "summer camp." We call it "summer camp" because we don't want to confuse her with her previous pre-school where she will hopefully return come the end of my maternity leave. Also, "summer camp" is an adequate name for this place since it lacks a lot of what I would consider to be a real pre-school/daycare. Yet, the Peanut is well cared for and has more stimulation than she would if she stayed home with her slow moving no baby having momma. However, my heart breaks each day when I have to pick her up and I see how she clings to the teachers instead of the kids in her class. She tells me they are "not her friends" and that "they are not in her heart" and that she "misses her friends Joy and Oliver" ... quite sad coming from a 3 year old. She knows how to pull on my heart strings. I can't say I blame her though. She was at her previous place with the aforementioned Joy and Oliver since she was 3 months old. Change is a tough thing for a 3 year old. Heck, it is a tough thing for Vans to master sometimes.
I think right now, I am the only one hoping for some change. Change in the form of a baby so that I can stop keeping myself up from 3 am to 6 am worrying about what we are going to do now when the baby does decide to make its arrival. Basically I need change to happen asap as in tonight perhaps? Too bad babies in-utero can't read yet because I haven't had a single sign, contraction or twinge that things are going to be moving anytime soon. Sigh. It is just a
Patience is a virtue right? Good things come to those who wait right? It'll all work out in the end right? I think I've had my quota of fortune cookie fortunes for one person. Back to the waiting game ...
The BFF's Oliver & Joy
Even at 3, friends are forever.