Mother's Day Out

So Thursday Grant started a 2 day Mother's Day Out program. He speech therapist thought it might be good for him to be away from me a little and try talking to other people. I'd agree because that child is attached to my hip. You know that country song "Stuck Like Glue?" Well that is me and Grant!

So he started Thursday right at 9am. I have to drop Reagan off at 8am so we had some time to kill and went to the mall because he had been begging me to go in and play on the light up board on the ground. Here he is.

Well I took him in and he was excited because it was bring your bike to school day for a trike-a-thon. When we went into his new room he was the first child (yes, my constant need to be early or on time). The teacher asked if she could take off his coat and reached for it. He wouldn't let her but had me take it off just fine. Then she said "want to come play Grant?" And with that he was gone. He didn't even look back. Rather than risk him crying I snuck out. I cried my eyes out while I was pulling away. When I called later to check on him they said he was doing great. His only problem was he didn't want to lay down on the mat for nap, but let his teacher pat his back and was laying there quietly.

While he was at school I went to the FMC for a run. I did 3 miles in 41 minutes. 2-13 minute miles and one 15 minute cool down mile. Then a packed and laid down for an hour nap before I had to be there 2pm to pick him up. I left the house at 1:40pm. Ten minutes later than I wanted to, but I had timed it and it only takes 20 minutes to get there. So I would be there at 2 when they got out. And I did, I was there at 2:02pm cell phone time and guess what no one was there. I was confused as I walked up to the door, and there I saw it my poor baby there by himself with the teachers. He was the last kid! The teacher said it was ok, but her watch said 2:10pm. I almost cried. Grant too seemed to be a little pissed with me and didn't act too happy to see me. :-(  She said everyone usually came about 10 minutes early. Now at Reagan's school they don't even open the door until their close time of 3pm and I was under the same assumption.  They told me he had a great day and I ran out of there as fast as I could.

When we got home he started being happy with me again and loved on me. And I had a chance to look at his artwork for the day. He was pretty happy about it. Here's a picture. They ran cars though paint and then put it on the paper. He kept telling me "car, car" when he saw the picture. I guess it was a big hit.

All, in all it was a good day, but you can bet I will be a lot earlier next week.