The small girl is three, and beyond ready for Nursery, if the truth be known I think she has been ready for awhile.
So why the dread? Me. Its all me. The small girl is my last bambino and I have been hanging onto her with a vice like grip, I have been choking up at the mere thought of dropping her at Nursery and coming home to an empty house, (The pets don't count I'm afraid).
I banned myself from thinking about it over Christmas, but finally it was upon us.
So with a heavy heart we set off. I was uber brave and settled her in, turned to leave and made it as far as the door before having a cry, which was quite impressive, I was concerned I may break down on the spot and she would have to be removed from me whilst I hung on to her ankles.
Yes I know, its supposed to be other way round.
Needless to say, she Loved it!! And if the truth be known, she didn't even want to leave (sob).
It is a new chapter in our lives and I know I will get used to it, and no doubt even come to relish it. But for now it just gives me a heavy heart.
I have good intentions about all the things I am going to do in the couple of hours I will have free. Mostly based around crafts and getting ready for our next craft fair, I'm sure in time I will feel more excited about it!
Did you all struggle with your babies moving on to the next stage? Or did you look forward to more time to yourself?