I just dropped the Bean off at Daycare for the very first time and then took a very deep breath. She watched me leave without any anxiety, and I knew this was going to be awesome.
I was a little concerned about bringing her to daycare this morning because she was extremely cranky and had been coughing in the night. Nothing I could do would console her. However, when Daddy got a hold of her, she calmed right down, so I decided the problem had to be me. I woke up feeling pretty crappy this morning, myself. The Bean had me up twice, and then when I pulled her into bed with us at 4:30 I didn’t sleep very soundly for the next hour and a half. I’m pretty sure I’m PMSing, and I suspect that the Bean can sense when I’m hormonal and reflects it back to me. So, for my own sanity, and for hers, off we went to daycare.
My plan is this:
- Finish this blog post (15 minutes)
- Clean the kitchen (45 minutes)
- Sweep the floors (45 minutes)
- Shower (10 minutes)
- Go get a mani/pedi as a reward for all my hard work.
The Bean will be so tired from her morning of hardcore playing that she’ll fall asleep in the stroller on the way home, and then I can nap too. That’s the plan, anyway. I have a feeling I’m going to LOVE Mondays.