We survived transition day one. And, it wasn't awful. We got there about 8:30 and I hung out with him until about 1, left to run some errands, and then came back around 3. I can already tell that he's going to have a great time. There are three other babies right around his age, give or take a month or two, so he'll be able to grow up with them. And, the Infant room teachers are so wonderful. They've both been there for years (definitely a rarity in the daycare world) and are great with the babies.
I know he'll be very well taken care of and I know he'll enjoy his time there. And, to top it all off, he takes WAY better naps there than he does at home. So, why do I still feel so crappy? I'm pretty sure it has little to do with the fact that this morning was the first time in months that I've actually woken up, stayed awake, and gotten ready before 7am. No, that's not the cause, but it can't be helping.
Remember that movie from a year or so ago-- I think it was an Adam Sandler flick-- where he had a remote control and could fast forward, pause and rewind his life? I wish I had one of those life remotes right about now. I'd like to put the brakes on this week, but speed through next. Of course, I don't think I ever saw that movie, but I'm pretty sure that last statement totally negates the whole moral of the story...life is in the details, good and bad, blah, blah, blah. I'm so not in the mood...
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