Well one week of daycare is over. Only another few hundred to go. On the plus side I don't think it can get much worse. The staff are great and when he lets himself, the little guy has tons of fun. It's just that he wants mommy and daddy to be there to share in the fun.
Well the daycare staff called it. Not only is he disrupted at daycare, but he's bringing his dissatisfaction home. Last night he was late to bed and early to wake, again and again and again and one more time. From the haze I think he was up at 2:30, 3:15, 3:50 and 4:30. I'm pretty sure he was up at 5:30 too, but by then I'd lost count and the ability to tell time. What happened to your twelve-hour sleeps, little man?
Thankfully the weather is terrible today. I have no guilt in doing nothing but drink espressos and watch March Madness. We should probably go for a walk before the monster destroys the house. See little one? Daycare is much more fun than Mom and Dad.
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