Well, first solid week, kids are in school and hubby is “doing time” with the little dude at daycare.
Oh yes, daycare.
I know me, she who takes the world upon her shoulders. She who shuns daycare (or has at least) She who is a self professed supermom
Ok. I was wrong. In this instance, for this time in our life, daycare is the option.
But here are my conditions (aka reasons or excuses)
- It was our dudes year to start preschool. He was registered at conception, but with the move all that got f’ed up. We tried to find an available preschool here, but alas… all full.
- While hubby is awesome with the kids… he needs a little more time away that I have in the past (or possibly he is just more honest about needing time away) So, the 2 days are really for him… right?
- It is only 2 days. Just two… not full time, or even close to it. He goes at 930 and is done by 230… basically preschool…. Right?
Hubby has graciously taken on the responsibility of getting dude adjusted to school. (I laugh a little to myself!) Daycare drop off was one of my most despised responsibilities. For whatever reason, our kids were screamers. They would hang on my leg, pine and beat at the door and do everything to rub salt onto the layers of guilt I already had.
So when hubby decided to take the reins on this I gladly waved him goodbye.
He has been spending a lot of time at daycare this week. Like everyday, and a couple hours (and I must say, hubby’s painting skills are improving) But, he is doing the time, going for the short term pain for long term gain, and I feel blessed that we are not rushing transition because a mat leave is ending or someone is back to work. It is still hard on our little cling-on… but in the end, it will add value to his days!
And I feel especially blessed it is him doing the time, while I am tucked away at home, cup of team and cozy laptop humming away at me.
I think this will work for me…