If I Could Lock You Up
AJ officially starts daycare on Monday. We’re comfortable enough with the place we’ve chosen. (regardless of the fact that we just got rear-ended in their parking lot!). There will always be things that bother me about having to use daycare, in general. Like the fact that my son will spend 10 hours a day NOT home, with someone that is NOT me. But, since we lack affordable alternatives, I will just have to be brave and hope for the best. I think AJ will enjoy himself, and half the time the idea of that bothers me more than if he were miserable. When I’m not selfish, I’m most nervous about the transition. I feel like we are all just falling into a groove thats manageable, and now we’re going to completely switch it up. AJ will transition to one nap a day. We will have to teach someone new his cues and preferences. And the worst part for me, I will have to start waking up an hour earlier to get us out the door on time. I’m really hoping daycare will tire him out so much, he will have no choice but to sleep soundly through the night. A girl can dream, right?
Well, wish us luck, and please pray for our week. Bravery for us, and patience for his new teachers. Thanks.