So, today is the 1st day back to school -- for both me and the kids (my classes don't actually start until next Monday, but this week is still back to work for me).
This morning, Norah alternated between excited and nasueous, as she proclaimed several times during our car ride that she was "gonna puke!" but she never barfed and once we got to school, she was fine. More than fine, actually. She scooted off to play with friends the second we stepped in her classroom, and I had to remind her to give me a hug and kiss goodbye.
Caleb had no real inclination of what going back to school meant, but he was a good sport. When I dropped him off in his class, he was fine, and little dazed but didn't cry or anything. Then, as I was leaving the building after takign Norah to her class, I circled back to his room just to peek in, and I saw him crying and his teacher comforting him. Dammit! That tore me up, especially because I knew that going back in would be a mistake, so I didn't. And, I hate having left knowing that the last image of him was in tears.
Rationally, I know his crying was probably brief and he's fine, but...still. Breaks my heart.
As for me, getting back to work has been surreal so far. It's like I have to re-learn everything, and my brain is like, "You want me to do wha?" Seriously, I had to print something and for a brief moment, I had to think about how to do that. It was weird.
I know in a week or two, we'll be back into this school groove, but for today, I feel like I'm living in an alternate dimension.