Apparently I have one of those children. The drop-off has been getting increasingly difficult every day, with more clinging and more quickly swiped tears, and on Tuesday she even spent much of the afternoon crying because she wanted to go home.
And then this morning it peaked. Dear God, I hope this was the peak. Sobbing at home, sobbing in the car, pleading with us to turn around, sobbing at school. "I don't want to be here, I don't belong here, I want to be with you, I miss you, I can't be away from you, please let me go home." I called about an hour after we left, and she's fine--playing and participating and everything. Which is a relief.
I don't know. I'm exhausted. I cried, too, in the car where she couldn't see me.