Angst and montherhood go hand in hand, sometimes
I love that statement. So true.

Just thought I'd update:

Charlie started daycare two Fridays ago. The first day went incredibly well, in that he truly seemed to have had a ball. The only glitch was he refused to go down to sleep. He didn't cry when I left and was happy and playing when I arrived. He smothered me with kisses when I picked him up and headbutted me a couple of times (his highest order sign of affection) and was happy as larry. I was a wreck all day missing him.

My aunt said it was the first day and the acid test would be if he gave trouble when I brought him back the next Fri. So this Friday past, I expected him to be more reluctant.

But the minute we started through the door of the centre, he began screaming with excitement. I put him down and he rushed away and danced joyfully in the middle of the floor! I went to kiss him and he pushed me away! I felt so rejected!

This time when I went to pick him up, he smiled when he saw me but continued playing. When I tried to take him home, he sooked! They said they've never seen a child take to daycare like he'd done, and he slept 2 hours for them! WTF? I rarely get 2 hours from him! The director of the centre spoke to me as I was leaving and asked if I perhaps wanted him to go to daycare 2 days a week, as he seemed ready for it, to which I firmly said 'but I'm not ready for that!'

But DH has over-ruled me, and so from next week, Charlie is going Tues and Fridays. *waaaaaaaaah*