He cried when I opened the door to take him out. I said, “Will, you get to play with all your friends again today! Isn’t that exciting?” He said, “no.”
I brought him to the classroom, hung up his lunch in his cubby, and tried to get him interested in a puzzle. No dice. He was only interested in being in my lap or arms. Other kids — including “Nate” from the other day — came in crying and needed comfort from the teachers. I didn’t want to leave Will until one of them were free (him crying without being held by someone is more than I can handle). So we waited and tried to play a bit. When things calmed down, one of the teachers took him and he started to cry for me. I am sure that things were fine by the time I got back to the car.
Maybe we should try Paul dropping him off at school and see if it’s any different? Mommy separation is pretty rough.
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