This is how I left her...completely content.I either raise well adjusted children who have no problem leaving their mother...or I have terrorized them so much that they are happy to escape my company. I'm thinking the latter. Howeve,r I do love that they are excited to see me at the end of their day. After biking over to get Poppy from pre-school (I got held up at a light, yes the one light between here and there, I was the last parent to arrive)...she asks me "why did it take you soooo long to get here?" I was only 2 minutes late.
She had a great first day. She said on her note that they sent home, that she was special "because she is nice". What a cute girl.
When I arrived back home and put Hazel down for her nap, it was eerily quiet. So quite in fact, that instead of surmounting my abundance of stacked up projects, I took a nap. I like to think I was much more productive after said nap, but probrably not. It did feel nice though.