I will be the first to admit that part of me LOVES having daycare, and for very, very selfish reasons: mornings are not NEARLY as hectic when there are two parents awake.

Because our daycare is about 20 minutes out of our way, Bryan drops Binja off while I pick up.  This means that our mornings now are MUCH less rushed (in my humble opinion, of course), and I get to actually get ready. 

On these mornings, I wake up around 6:15, groggily do whatever I need to do to wake up (re: POUR PURE CAFFEINE DOWN MY THROAT), and then take my time going over our daily routine.  Is his daycare bag packed?  Are the bottles ready?  Do I have clean clothes to wear?  These are all things I intend to do every night before I go to sleep, but often I just bypass in lieu of, oh, sleeping.  Then I’ll wake him up around 6:30, and we’ll have ten minutes in which he wakes up and I slather him with lotion.  Then I’ll give him a bottle while Bryan gets in the shower.  By the time Bryan’s out and dressed and ready to go, Binja’s ready, too.  Which means I get another HALF HOUR to myself.

A HALF HOUR, people.  That’s, like, half an eternity.

Sometimes I just stand there, dumbfounded, wondering what all I could be doing with this FREE TIME. 

Anyway, it was one of those mornings this morning.  So I’m in a great mood.  Had I known most of my coworkers were taking today off, I’d have even stopped somewhere for breakfast this morning.  But it’s a beautiful (albeit rainy) morning, nonetheless.

Thank you, daycare.