Was Charlie nervous about starting preschool today? Was he quiet, anxious, a little bit timid?
HAAAAA. I kill myself.
The force that is Charlie will not be stopped.
Jack and I ushered Charlie into the playroom at the preschool--where he immediately made a beeline for the sand table and barely acknowledged my good-bye--wished his teacher luck (I sincerely hope she won't need it), and left.
And then when we got home, Jack seemed really tired again, so I put him down for a nap.
So. One kid at big-kid school, one kid at preschool, one kid sleeping. I shall celebrate by cleaning my bathroom.
Edited to add: Jack woke up ten minutes after I posted this. I only got the tub and the sink cleaned. Oh well. Better than nothing.