E officially started kindergarten this last Tuesday. After all the worrying and stressing over private vs. charter vs. public schools, whether to put him back in his bi-lingual daycare after kinder or keep him at the on-site after-school care, who would take him, who would pick up, and all the million other things that kept me up, it was a very anti-climactic first week.
Somehow he made it through his first few days without crying about not being with his sister or pre-school friends. Amazingly, I was able to wake up in time to get him to school before the bell rang. He made friends. He ate his lunch.
Lesson learned: I don't give him or me enough credit to transition to the next stage of his life without trauma.
And now that I've figured that out, I can return to my regularly scheduled program of worrying whether V will ever be able to quit the diapers.
