Today the Haiglers are trashing out 2 things:
#1 – pull-ups (I’ll explain in a moment).
#2 – the expectation that the first day of preschool is supposed to be wonderful.
I present to you exhibit A:
So, our first day of preschool didn’t exactly go well.
To make matters worse – I was the LAST mom to pick up my kid at school. I pulled into the parking lot 1 minute early expecting to see a carpool line. Nope. Just my little boy with his giant bookbag standing on the sidewalk with his teacher.
After she described the “situations” of the day, I felt utterly defeated as a mom. Not exactly what I planned for the first day. At all.
Brock stood with his bottom lip poked out – obviously feeling just as defeated as his mama.
Home we went, my little biter and me.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Tonight I kissed my little boy on the forehead and reminded him how very proud I am. Yes, today was tough. Love wins.
We’ve decided that potty training a little boy is far more difficult that potty training two girls. Believe me on this one.
The added pressure of trashing out the pull-ups is definitely getting to us all. So, we ultimately made the decision to stay home for the remainder of the week and work on the big boy underwear a little longer.
We’ll give preschool another try next week – maybe.
If you need me, I’ll be wiping up pee from every part of my house and doing endless laundry of Mickey Mouse undies.
Sometimes the unexpected days turn into blessings. We just have to stop and ask God to show us how He’s turning our mess into His message.
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