Preschool sounds like fun. 2 1/2 hours of singing, dancing, playing, and eating. This is his idea of heaven.

Only a few ‘problems’ have arisen:

1. Even though he is fast approaching 3, he is still my baby.  As he gets older he is getting nearer to leaving home. Am I jumping the gun? Maybe, but as he gets older he needs me less, or that’s how it feels.
2. I have had to buy an ironing board and iron. The fact that I don’t own one does not make me a bad person or a bad mother – just someone who doesn’t like ironing! But name tags are essential on all clothes apparently. And name tags have to be ironed on. Well, the ones I bought do anyway – I like sewing even less than ironing!
3. ‘Baby’ has become instantly allergic to his new uniform. He won’t even contemplate trying his new white polo shirts on. They are the wrong colour. They are not red.
4. I have worked out that walking to preschool and back to drop him off, then the same again to pick him up will leave me 1 hour FREE to do what I please. Therefore I am not gaining much from the deal. Driving there just seems wrong somehow. Yet I wonder how long that feeling will last.

Little does he know that from next week, life as he knows it will change forever. From next week he will go to school every day (apart from holidays of course) til he is able to drive, vote, get married, or heavens forbid join the army.

I really hope he settles in well, and loves going to ’school’.

I think I will need more comforting then he does.