Already a Victim of Paparazzi
Today was her first day at day care. It’s half way through the day and I haven’t called to check on her yet.
(I will not call.)
We dropped her off, said bye and left. I didn’t cry. It wasn’t even a “hide it from my husband” cry. I thought I would. I almost did. But I made it.
(I will not call.)
I have just realized how ugly the line between day care and staying at home really is. Before I never questioned that I would work full time. I understood the dilemma of what do you do – but for other people. Yes, it is a very personal decision. And I know there are people out there that no matter what you decide, it’s the wrong decision. But I never realized that even for yourself, no matter what you decide, well – there’s just no winning. I never really understood the term “mommy guilt.” You really get a crash course in that from the second the child is born. So, for now, we just take her to day care and hope for the best.
(I will not call.)
Luckily she’s too young to know the difference. As long as she’s got a place to sleep and someone to change her diaper and shove a bottle in her mouth, I don’t think she’d care if we left her on the moon. It’s when she gets to the point of getting upset about being left that I think it will be hard.
(Nope, not gonna call.)
It is kind of weird though. I walked out to meet Dan for lunch and had the biggest feeling of forgetting something. Cuz! Woah, I don’t have the baby and he doesn’t have the baby. Who the hell has the baby?? Oh, yeah…
But I’m sure she’ll be fine and she’ll learn to like it there. Right?
Right? Because I am NOT going to call.