We have survived our first days of first grade and daycare. Even after my attempt at serving chocolate chip pancakes fizzled - stupid better for you breakfasts that sound so yummy and turn out crappy even though you meant well.
I can trust what Em says about how great everything is. Well, to a certain extent. The child throws around the phrases 'that's my favorite!' and 'that was so good' like a celebrity endorsing some asinine product. I can, however, believe that she enjoyed most of her day and that lunch was certainly a high point. The lovely inconsistent constantly evolving and ever-freakin' annoying MI weather cancelled out recess today - go figure.
Olivia managed to survive her first dip back into the daycare pool. I didn't receive any phone calls from the church requesting my immediate presence to remove my child, so I will certainly consider today a success. Since she has the ability to go from sweet to deranged in approximately .25 seconds, the people there have no idea how lucky they are. She has spared them. For now.
When I asked her if she enjoyed her day at school she replied 'no - want mommy'.
I'm still needed.
