As I mentioned in a post from last week, we were going to meet with someone about taking care of lil' Monkey for a few days a week. We went to meet her last Friday and she is wonderful. More than we could have hoped for, really. Tom expected a woman just sitting on a couch stuffing her face with food while kids ran around the house, so his expectations were low to begin with. However, I had high expectations and she met them all.
She's cordial, flexible but not a pushover (we gathered this from a discussion of having to let a couple know that she could no longer watch their child due to their scheduling difficulties). Her house is beautiful, although it is located in a remote area whereby you'd need an SUV to get there (we have one, so we're covered!). It's on a large piece of property so we'd have no concerns about him getting hit by a car (once he starts walking and playing outside). Most of the kids she watches are either her own or from people she knows from church or the neighborhood. She's the kind of person, I quickly gathered, that I wouldn't mind knowing outside of the caregiver/parent realm and that is a good thing.
So I'm really happy we finally found a solution to my working schedule woes. Yet, I know I'm going to be sad on Monkey's first day there. I'm figuring on crying for about a half hour afterwards so I'm trying to not schedule any conference calls or anything for that time.
It's just odd for me to think about someone else giving him a bottle, changing his diaper, etc. on a regular basis. Not to mention, that even though I know she'll keep a really good eye on him, lil' Monkey will inevitably come home with a scrape or bruise from climbing or crawling or just playing with the other kids. I probably "baby" him a little too much here at home, constantly watching his every move, ready to catch him when he falls (he's been climbing a lot lately, stairs included). So I keep reminding myself, "This will be good." This will toughen him up a little about being so rambunctious with climbing, hair pulling or biting (hopefully this won't get him kicked out of her daycare).
Plus, one of the things I learned from the Sippy Cup book was that mommy AND baby both need time apart. This will help us both appreciate each other more. Maybe he won't feel the need to rip all of my hair out while feeding. :) Maybe that's asking too much, but I can dream, right?
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It can definitely be bittersweet. But I think a lot of people are surprised at how quickly everyone adjusts. (Don't ask me specifically, because I was not sad to be leaving the Pumpkin at my mom's when I went back to work. I thought I would be, but I was just excited to go back to work. I was in a different place and a different situation.)
But she stills pulls out my hair. Did that kill your dream? YOURS might not! You never know!
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