Daycare

The time has come for me to go back to work and that means it's time for baby girl to start going to daycare. My first day back to work was yesterday; luckily for me, Jeff had the day off so he could watch Julia (and send me a thousand pictures and updates) so I could ease in to leaving Julia. It still wasn't easy though. But today. Today, she started daycare. I obviously know that she is in great hands and will be well taken care of, blah blah blah, but... but... but... she's not being taken care of by me (or Jeff) and that's a problem! Only getting to see her about two and a half hours a day is a huge adjustment and one that I do not like. At all. Hopefully things get better for me quickly. I would say "us," but Jeff's been back to the grind since she was two weeks old, so he's use to it and Julia probably doesn't even realize what's going on- except for the fact that she isn't being held all day and being smothered in kisses by me and Murphy.

Jeff sent me this picture from when he dropped J off at daycare. If that was supposed to make me feel better,IT DIDN'T WORK! Look at that frowny face! I don't even remember this lady's name. And she's holding my baby. And I'm not. Not okay. And yes, Jeff dropped Julia off at daycare without me. I prefer to cry my eyes out in the privacy of my home instead of in front of an audience and/or on the interstate on the way to work.

PS. I'm proud of myself for only typing out a half page of  "Julia's Typical Daily Schedule!" for the daycare workers to memorize. Hah. I could've written a novel on my baby's likes, dislikes, preferences, and every other thing about her. But I restrained myself.