Ben is 3 days away from his 9 month birthday.
And today is his first day at daycare.
Now, when I say daycare, I should mention that I was incredibly lucky to find the single most amazing childcare center in the world less than a mile from my house. Laura went there with me for the first time almost 6 years ago. We took the tour, talked with the owner and Laura instructed me to sign Jack up. And even though I like to pretend to be the bossy, older sister, when Laura tells me to do something, I always listen. And she's always right.
Jack went there for 3 years, Mia went there for 3 years and now it's finally Ben's turn.
And I'm so torn.
On one hand I know it's going to be really good for him to be around other children. And it's only part time. And I'm really, really excited to have a quiet house to work in.
But I'm going to miss my baby.
I'll miss his ridiculous attempts at crawling. His endless supply of drool. How happy he is to see me when he wakes up from one of his marathon naps.
So, yeah. If you see a semi-crazed woman sobbing in a bright red Mom-mobile, it will be me. But don't feel too sorry for me, 10 minutes later that same semi-crazed woman is going to be sipping a latte and takin' care of business on her laptop in a completely silent house.
*Sob* *Cheer* Repeat.
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