So here I find myself, home alone for four days a week, for the first time really in five years....and now I'm breathing, deep breaths of fresh air and enjoying calm reflection time for myself and general pottering around the house. Still miss the kids though by the end of the day!
La rentrée went really well, compared to other years, even if Elliott has turned into a little home-made bomb of excitement just waiting to explode every time he steps over the threshold of the class room door...in my newly-found zen-like state, I tell myself this shall pass. He is happy to go though and to be with Ooma this year seems to have reasssured him.
Ooma on the other hand has taken it all in her stride and has seemingly entered herself straight into moyenne section, referring at home in the evening to her same-age peers as 'the little ones who still have a sieste'! She loves to be part of Elliott's world, and according to the teacher the retrouvaille at lunchtime between the two is impressive and endearing...
Anyway, more importantly there were no tears and sadness this time around and that has been a relief for us all. Here are Ellie and Ooma on their first day back at school...
