As I type this it's 7:30 am.
Lil' D is back in bed.
Woke up at 6:30 with poop in her britches (what a terrible way to greet the day!) and she wasn't a very happy camper. We know something is terribly wrong around here if a strawberry gets flung to the floor instead of making it directly into her mouth.
Why is this situation a problem?
Because instead of sleeping/crying in her crib we are supposed to be getting ready for school.
I'm lucky because I work from home so I can allow for this and take her in late. But man, my heart feels for those moms that don't have such luxury. Taking a crying, miserable toddler to day care is what I now know to be the worst feeling in the world.
On the one hand you have forked over big bucks to this institution to take care of your child. On the other you, the momma, know just what she needs to make the day better for her. This terrible feeling could only be compounded by having a boss that you must answer to.
Heart. Strings. Pulled.
Here's to my G&T at the end of the day. Wish I could treat her teachers to one too. It's gonna be a long one for er'ybody!