Young Man, There’s No Need to Feel Down..

So I feel like a horrible mother because I did NOT fill you in on my child’s first day of daycare yesterday.

Part of that is because Knology sucks clammy ole donkey balls and I have no internet at home.  Another part of that is that I spent my evening with two particularly lovely ladies that kept my hands quite full.  And the final part of that is that I’m just damn lazy.  Deal with it.

ANYWAYs, I had horrible “first day anxiety” all freakin’ day about it.  New facility, where I know absolutely NO ONE, and I was leaving my precious child in their care.  I made sure he looked extra cute when he left, so that they wouldn’t just sit him in a corner and forget he was there, or perhaps strap him to some baby torturing device, and I just kept my fingers crossed all morning that he was okay.

I thought about calling to check on him, but you know?, you just don’t want to be THAT MOM. 

So instead I just dosed up on caffeine and ibuprofen.  Mm hm!

When I finally vibrated down to pick him up, I was so amazed: he was smiling!  And laughing!  Which, of course, I’ve seen bazillions of times but.. in a new place!  With new people!  And he actually napped during the day (something he rarely did at the other place)!  I confessed my worries to the caretaker on hand and she said, “Are you kidding?  We’d happily have ten more like him.  Such a happy, not at all fussy baby.”

I totally high-fived him on the spot.  We have fooled yet another daycare into liking this beast of a child.

So all is well.  Life is good.  And the extra $85 we’re saving a week?  PRICELESS.