HRH started in his ASD specific preschool on Monday. I was nervous about it, very nervous. I loved the feel of the preschool when I was there but transitioning is difficult for HRH and I knew there would be tears. The first day I made the mistake of looking back only to see him lying on the floor, trying to crawl out after me, sobbing 'Mama Mama' with his teacher holding onto his feet! (it's ok, you can laugh).
He has been very happy when I have collected him a few hours later so I knew the transition period would be short and indeed it was. This morning, 3 days in, he went in without tears (and I didn't look back). Despite the nerves, part of me was really looking forward to him going there, partly for his sake, partly so that I could have a bit of a rest and also that I could spend some quality time with Her Cuteness. She is 23 months old now. She was 7 months old when HRH was diagnosed and has spent the better part of her life being trucked around to appointments and working around HRHs' schedule.
I thought she would love having me to herself, really, I did! It never once dawned on me that she would be lonely for HRH #parentfail. She is so sad without him. She keeps asking for him and won't settle to any activity with me. At 12pm on the dot her uncanny body clock kicks in and she goes to stand by the window and whinges. We leave to collect HRH at 12.30pm and she whinges until we walk out the door. The pair of them as so happy to see each other at 1pm.
I know she will get used to it and after a while will be very happy to have me all to herself. But until then, well, there isn't really much I can do, is there?