Today I had a plan, as I really wanted to break the crying habit before it got established. With Caitlin she was fine and excited about going, but it hit her as we walked across the playground, and thats when the tears started to get ready, and they then burst out as soon as she set foot at the classroon door.
I will set the scene for you. I had to be at work at 9, we had dropped the baby at the childminder and arrived at the school at 8:45 ( when doors open). Luckily we managed to find a parking space not to far from the school. Typically it was raining, so we carefully crossed the road.
Then all hell broke loose. I pretended we had to run as we were in a real hurry, so there was my 9 year old, the two girls, a slightly unfit me, various bags, lunch boxes, coats and water bottles. Did we sensibly walk to the Year R classroom, no we ran like a stampeding herd screaming and whooping all the way.
As we crossed the playground I could feel Cat tensing up and pulling back, but we pressed on. In through the door she flew, into the arms of the teacher, with a shout of I love you from us, and we were off.
Not only did I make a muppet of myself in front of any watching parents, but the head teacher and two other teachers were stood at various doors thinking we were all bonkers.
The good news is I got my breath back by about 3 pm, and my red cheeks died down about Midday. The really good news is that it seemed to work. She got her reward sticker and there were no tears.
Hip hip horray!
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