Okay...so Evan started daycare at an actual facility on Monday, August 20. That was very traumatic - for both of us, but definitely for me. I'm used to him being at an in-home daycare, which I was totally comfortable with. Switching has been very hard the past couple of days! I don't feel like he isn't safe or that they won't take care of him...I just have this "thing"...I don't want him to feel unloved or unwanted - by anyone. Does that make sense??? I just don't want him wandering around somewhere like...well, like I don't know what I mean. And I have this fear of walking in and seeing him sitting by himself, crying, feeling and looking lonely. That would devastate me and, most likely, I would quit my job and stay home with him - even if that meant living in a box because I quit my job...
I am smart enough to know that these thoughts and feelings stem from when Mike was a little one and the horrible places he went. I will not talk about that anymore. He knows. And boy does he know how sorry I am...
So, enough dramatics.
I suppose, really, the new daycare situation has gone fairly well. Yes, he has cried. (So have I.) Yes, it has been a shock to his system. (Mine, too.) But, overall, I think it's okay. We'll just see how things go over the next couple of weeks.
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