SO, we're surviving our first week of mommy-goes-to-work. I cried like a 3 year old Monday morning on the way to work...and that was with Papa and Vie at the house sitting for Madeline. I can only imagine what people thought as they passed me on the road. Mascara running, nose running, tears running...gugh. Madeline 1, Mommy 0.
Tuesday wasn't any easier. In fact, it was worse. We dropped her off at Benna's house and the sobbing continued. Multiplied by 100. But, our kid is awesome and was an angel for Benna. She even made a "friend" in 6 month old Amelia. Apparently, the girls stared at each other all day long. Madeline 2, Mommy 0.
I was home with her today and loved every second...and tomorrow, we daycare-it once again. I have a feeling I won't be such a hot mess this go round...emphasis on the word such. I'm not dreading tomorrow, so that's a plus. Baby steps for mom. I will survive.
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