Today was a trial run for Little Miss at nursery. It was only for half an hour or so, the plan was to take her round there and leave her for a short while. I did tell her she was going to play there this morning, so she knew what was going on. Youngest Boy was a bit perturbed that he wasn't going to nursery, but I explained that he would be going at some point next week, so that cheered him up. After dropping the two biggies at school I wandered round with the nursery manager (she drops littleuns off at my boys class in the morning) Baby Girl was quite excited at the prospect of somewhere new to play. When we got there the nursery staff where looking at me with sympathy, I suspect I had the frightened rabbit look going on. After a quick dither as to whether or not I should announce to little girl I was off, I did tell her I was going and I'd be back in a bit. Go and play for a bit I said "Yeh play" she said and wandered off. I headed towards the door, the apron strings stretching tighter and tighter (!) pushing my little empty pink buggy (sniff!!!) and headed off up the road for half an hour.
Actually the worst bit was pushing the little empty buggy, felt like important bits of my anatomy (as opposed to unimportant bits) had been cut off, very odd sensation... last baby getting bigger and (more) independent. On my return Little Miss was in the garden area of the nursery, not, I noted looking longingly around for Mummy and not looking in the slightest bit phased either. Humph I am dispensable it seems. I went back in to fetch her and she did deign to say "Mummy!" but she didn't run into my arms and she wasn't in any rush to go home either!
I am pleased that this is the way it is really, I much prefer an independent confident young Miss to be shoved into the world of childcare and not a sad and clingy girl, my heart would have been well and truly broken then.
She has another session tomorrow, for an hour and a half next time, so I might actually get as far as home and a cuppa tea tomorrow eh?
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