Most of you know that we’ve recently started bringing Natalie to daycare one day a week, which has been an incredibly difficult transition for me. I plan on writing more at a later date about the daycare doldrums, and the superb and much-needed support I’ve received from other moms and kind friends.
But today? Today I dropped Natalie off a full hour and half before I need to be at work, and she smiled at one of her teachers as soon as we walked in the door. She (as usual) hardly noticed as I left the room. I did tear up as I drove away, but no actual tears made their way down my cheeks.
Right now I am sipping a caramel latte, writing this post at a leisurely pace, commenting on my favorite blogs, half-heartedly watching trashy tv-on-dvd, and, to be honest, enjoying the quiet of a house to myself. Part of me feels guilty admitting that today daycare was not an entirely heart-wrenching ordeal. In fact, in this moment I kind of like the freedom that daycare has afforded me. I am going to be able to blow-dry my hair before work. Put dishes away. Pump without simultaneously trying to keep Natalie from gnawing on electrical cords. It’s actually kinda nice.
Don’t get me wrong, I miss this little face:
But I think I’m getting a bit more comfortable with the daycare scene now that I know she is happy and well-cared for there, and I think I could get used to these solo Friday mornings.