She is doing good so far. I am sure the years (I almost wrote days. No. Nearly three years.) she spent at KinderCare Learning Center did very good for her and me. I know I should just say goodbye and go as soon as she's in her teacher's hand. There's no need to worry even if she doesn't look so happy at the school gate. The teachers are professionals. The class is small enough. She's still on the way of catching up on Japanese language and everything ("common sense", so to say?), but has no problem communicating with others. They are starting the curriculum slowly, by letting the children stay only for the morning this week. She complains she wanted to play more, doesn't want to leave. My morning, my precious time alone in the house just passes by doing laundry, talking with my husband (who's right now in the USA on business) on Skype, and fixing lunch. Next week, they will stay longer and start having lunch at classroom. She can't wait to bring her bento box.
But anyway, she comes home tired every day. Hungry and tired.
After the lunch, we still have time to do everyday-before-kindergarten-days stuff, like going to grocery shopping together (and say hi to cashier lady) or playing at nearby playpark just by herself (while I'm on the bench, knitting) or watch her favorite TV show on HD recorder (while I'm on my MacBook, or knit), or even paint at balcony (for cleaning-up reasons. I'm sitting beside her, knitting).
Or, she needs a nap (usually, while I'm in the kitchen, fixing dinner. She just collapses on the comfort chair).
Or, she wants to work on her coloring book with me ("Please do not sew or knit, MOM!").
And when she goes to bed, it's our bed, not her own Dora-filled one. She told me the other day, that she wants to sleep between Daddy and Mommy, every night. (My husband groans. 4-yr old girl sleeping with her parents is not uncommon - it's our culture. It's the sleep he is sure to lose, feeling too nervous if he might accidentally crush his little girl. And think of those pain on the rib cage by the kicking that little girl makes in her shallow sleep.)
Although it looks my knitting time increases as my little girl grows up, I'm not making a lot of progress on my projects so far this week. I'm constantly picking them up, and putting them down after a row or two when she talks to me. And you know, finding miss-crossed cables 12 rows below (happened three times).
After she goes sleep? I just collapse beside her. When I find myself awake, I'm correcting that mistakes 12 rows below. Or like now, blogging/twittering. I should knit instead. Oh, yeah.