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.