(day one - she knows something is wrong. mommy is crying as she takes this picture.)
day two - ( she slept through most of the day they said while mom sat worried about not being forgiven for deserting her again.)
i have to admit. when people told me how crushing it would be to drop her off for the first time at daycare...i thought they were crazy. i thought how happy i'd be to be getting back into my old routine of work, and students...you know - adult-stuff. but instead i...
didn't sleep at all Sunday night just like i used to before the first day of school when i was a kid.
cried the ENTIRE morning getting her and myself dressed.
had to have greg take her in, while i busily unloaded all of her things into her cubby and the fridge. i was afraid that i wouldn't hand her over if i was in charge of that part.
could barely walk out of the room - thank god greg just kept saying 'let's go' 'babe let's go' 'c'mon let's go'
cried after greg left for work.
cried through half of my hair appointment.
drove around aimlessly. crying.
and then picked her up at 12.
and what was she doing?
laughing and playing.
lesson learned. mommy is crazy. baby is happy. daycare is a good thing. for both of us.
(by the way, i didn't shed one tear day two. shouldn't i get a sucker for that?)
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