For me, anyway. The kids were fine.
Andy’s back to school this morning, so this was the first time I dropped the kids off at the sitter’s.
Fortunately, we all got a great night of sleep last night. Oh wait a minute, we were up the whole freaking night! Ugh. Sam is still waking up every hour or so, and last night he decided that he’d stop being so easy to get back to sleep, too, and would pop his eyes open every time we had the audacity to lay him down. (Someone help me, please!)
Then the morning got off to an awesome start – we overslept. For an hour. Yeah. Then we had to wake up both the kids, as they were still snoozing when it was time to run out the door. Oh, the irony.
On the way to the sitter’s, I said, “Kate, I’m going to miss you today.” She responded, “I’m going to miss you more, Mommy, but at least I’ll have my Sammers!” Warmed my heart.
Everything went fine when we got there – I drug in 1,000 pounds of baby crap (I had forgotten how much fun that was – now I just drop Kate off with the clothes on her back, but unfortunately Sammy requires a little more stuff), gave the sitter the run-down of Sammy-care, and watched Sam smile as I walked out the door. Thank God he has not yet hit the separation anxiety stage. I don’t think I could have handled it. It was much more difficult for me than it was for either of the kids.
We love the kids’ sitter. This is Kate’s fourth school year there, and I know Sam will thrive there the same way Kate has. Intellectually, I know he will be fine. More than fine. Emotionally, though, I am sad.
