The three year old start was a little rougher than the fours but not unexpected. I had one* cranky-pants boy, a tiny little girl who only cried a little, a blond headed wiggly boy, a very quiet boy who bonked just before lunch, a sweetie pie coming out of her shell, and the brother to cranky-pants who had a great day.
I'm exhausted again but don't mind a bit.
*Cranky pants was with me this summer so I know it's not his normal m.o. Just out of routine.