So last week was Seabass’ first that included two mornings of daycare, and in case you’re not caught up, I was nervous about it.
But lo and behold, the little gupp can’t get enough of it. From the moment we turn onto Miss Jesse’s street, Seabass is atwitter with anticipation. When we get to her door, he pushes away from me (UNPRECEDENTED) and embarks on a rip-roaring play adventure that doesn’t stop for another four hours, at which point I pick him up and he cries that he can’t stay longer. This is all very, very cool.
As for me, life is more balanced than I’d ever imagined possible. For the most part, all of my work takes place at the office on Monday and Friday mornings, which means that nap time is now available for things such as dishwashing, laundry, sweeping, sitting down to eat a sandwich, watering the plants, yoga, or – guilt of all possible guilts – reading a book. When Seabass awakes, we are both refreshed and ready to take on a fun afternoon together. And again, this is just on Mondays and Fridays. The other three days of the week are spent at mom’s groups, playdates, and running errands. It’s awesome.
That’s the long and the short of it. Thanks for your words of encouragement when I was terrified that Seabass would wind up a terrorist later in life because I’d enrolled him in daycare.