Daycare

A couple days ago I called my mom and asked her to go to a daycare open house with me so I could check it out.  I told her that she asks really great questions and that would help a lot, especially since I always freeze up in those types of situations.

I told her the truth, but there was definitely another reason for asking her to come along.  I needed the support of having my mommy there while I checked out the potential place my baby may be going to for 40 hours a week.

It's very freaky.

I know I talked big, saying I can't wait to hand her off to someone else, but as the school year approaches I'm starting to dread it.  Not that I don't get frustrated on a daily basis with caring for my stubborn and brave girl.  Oh.  Man.

But, I'm starting to realize how much time during the week I will not be spending with her.  Forty hours or more.  My mornings will be spent racing to get us both ready to leave the house, making sure I have everything she needs and what I need, and verifying that I have indeed done my hair and put all of my makeup on (because I occasionally forget the mascara).

I do have to look like an adult when I leave the house.

Otherwise I have the potential to look like one of my students.  I'm a 100 lb. waif.  I am smaller than the majority of my students.

It's creepy.

And my nights will be swallowed with dinner, grading, and who knows what else.  I'm just hoping I'm not too busy or distracted to suffocate her with kisses and food.

Anyway.

My mom and I checked out the daycare today and it was awesome, however it will be my plan B if I have to be put on the wait list at another daycare.  The only thing going against it is that it's a bit out of the way in North Salt Lake, but it would only add about 10 minutes to my morning commute.  Which is nothing when I think of how much she liked it there.

We entered the toddler room and JG instantly wanted down so she could mingle and play with toys.  My child was fearless, touching, playing, riding, reading, she was out there and in the middle of it.

All the little boys ran up to her (okay, there were only three boys).  Like, oooh.

JG did not want to leave.

Seriously, it took two attempts to get her out of the room, and even then I had to really hold her the second time.  And outside of the toddler room she walked around (because she is doing a lot of that now) like she owned the place.

If she does go there I am confident she will learn and enjoy herself.  I am just so anxious about being away from her, but I'm not sure if she will miss me.

Maybe that's what worries me?