We peered in through the window and Asher seemed fine. He was busy playing. Huh, what do you know, he did fine!
I, on the other hand, was an emotional wreck. Chris hugged me, made a little fun or me, but I ignored him. Our kids have been my full time job since Asher was born. So, to be in this place, this alone place, was scary, lonely, and I missed Asher as I walked away.
Chris went up to his home office as I stumbled through walking the dog (I still have a bum knee). I then ran a couple quick errands before coming home to cleaning up the kitchen, laundry and dusting. Ya know, the normal household stuff. Before long, it was time to pick up Asher.
Asher reported having fun. He seemed happy, reporting he met 3 new friends, one named Boxer (really?). He seemed to do great on his first day. His only disappointment was that he has to wait until next week to go back.
I wanted to take him out for lunch. Asher, well, he wanted to eat lunch with the girls! So, that is what we did. Maybe we will have to eat dinner out instead.