This pretty much sums it up.
Yes, today was the first day of preschool. It was great to have a couple hours to myself. I look forward to having this most days of the week.
Jack protested all morning about going to school. Then he slipped wordlessly into the class, lured by a sticker. I could hardly coax him back for a hug. He was said he had a good time when I picked him up. He said he is excited to go back.
But he also complained of hunger, complained and threw his biggest public tantrum ever at Jimmy Johns. Because I bought him a cookie for his first day and as thanks for running errands on the way home. So of course you scream and retch and pound your feet on the ground, right? Because you picked the wrong flavor, or you didn't want a piece, or you wanted to eat it at the table but spent the whole time crying. All perfectly legitimate reasons for freaking out at high decibels.
Meanwhile, Sam is still sick. I've called the doctor a few times and we agree he can wait longer (sick visits cost me about $120 out of pocket with my insurance).
Every little scrape for the rest of the day unleashed Jack's full fury and outrage with tears, and it always caused Sam to break down too. There's been a lot of tears in the house today, and not enough laughs. But I think that will change eventually.
(There are a few more staged first day of preschool photos on my flickr that you are welcome to enjoy.)