Today is Harry's last day at nursery. I helped him get dressed into his pre-school uniform this morning for the final time.
He started at nursery when he was almost 11 months old and I'm not quite sure where the last 3 years have gone....
This is a whole new level of sad which I've not experienced before.
I'm not sad because I'm angry.
I'm not sad because I'm stressed.
This isn't a devastating kind of sad either.
You know that kind of sad feeling you get when you're walking out the door of your hotel room for the last time when you're returning home from a holiday? Well, what I'm feeling now, is a much stronger version of that kind of sad.
I don't feel stressed or like something is out of my control. Just unsettled and proud at the same time that my little boy has reached such a milestone.
I'm sure I will have a tear (or few) in my eyes when I pick him up after lunch later but I also don't want to totally embarrass myself and make Harry upset.
He's aware that it's his last day today, but I not sure he REALLY knows. However, it's not like we're never going to go back there as he will be coming with me to drop Sophie off in the mornings!
Crazy Mummy emotions!
I think I might take them both for a treat after lunch later, although I think I'm the one who's going to need cheering up!