Monday, August 25, 2008

I never thought it would be me.

I expected to get a little emotional upon dropping A for daycare the first time. I didn't, however, expect to CRY--not just tear up, but honest to goodness cry--the night before. I'm not concerned about him. I know that he will be fine, they will take good care of him, and he'll have lots of fun (and probably learn stuff I never could have taught him at home). I'm concerned about ME having to leave him.

So I dropped him off this morning for a dry run. Getting up at 5:30 was tough. I ended up ahead of schedule, and was able to unload the dishwasher. WOOHOO. A started to stir early (probably because of my unloading the dishwasher), so waking him up wasn't that big a deal.

When we got to the daycare, he did seem a little bit out of it, but he did sit on the floor at my feet. I kissed him goodbye, and he was ok (he's used to Mommy kisses ALL the time), but started crying and followed me out the door when I left. I then cried again as I walked to my car.

I have the ability to call up and check on him, but don't have the direct number to do so with me. I'll have to remember to get that when I pick him up.


Deb said...

(((BIG HUGS))) girlie! I have been there, done that and it does get easier!