I have completed two of my three sessions of electrical stimulation and ART therapy with my chiropractor. Tomorrow is my last one, after which he told me he wants me to go for a run - he's that confident that I will feel good enough to do it. I am hesitant. He's a marathoner and an Iron Man finisher. He says calf strains are common and fixable. But I've had pain for over a month now, and I'm hesitant to believe him. We'll see.
Now it's time to talk preschool.
Yesterday was Isabella's first day back. It was just a half-day (her first full, three-hour day is today). She's attending preschool four afternoons a week, Monday-Thursday, from 12:30-3:30. She was so excited to go back.
It made me a little sad to see that her entire class, except for Isabella and one other boy, were together in the three-mornings-a-week program. Isabella's class last year was awesome. Great kids and wonderful parents. She loved her classmates, and one little boy in particular, with whom she shared her Thomas the Train magazines. She made a few comments about her former classmates, and asked whether they would be with her in her new program. Fortunately, one boy from her class last year is in her current afternoon program, which made it more comfortable for her.When I dropped her off (oh, how I love you, outside drop-off and pick-up, which means I no longer have to load the twins into the stroller and shove the thing through the winter's snow and slush to take Isabella inside the building - pick-up was always outside), she took off into the playground without even saying goodbye.
I am so happy she loves school. It is structure and time for herself that she really needs. The twins require so much of me, and the three of them are almost always together. This belongs completely to Isabella, and she just thrives in preschool, "where mothers who don't want to watch their children dump them off" (TM: My Grandma).
Her program this year is modeled after pre-K (my district, and most suburban districts in my area do not have pre-K), and all the parents that I've spoken to whose children have been through Isabella's current program have told me that their children are so well prepared for Kindergarten after "graduating."
Considering that last week, Isabella told me that I should sell Nicholas in a garage sale, it was no surprise that her goodbye to her brother and sister was heavy on the short and light on the sweet.T-minus 365 days until the hellcats start three-mornings-a-week preschool. It will be an expense we cannot really afford, but by God, I don't care if I have to sell platelets or a vital organ to pay tuition. They're going.
And one year from now, this one's headed to Kindergarten.