Today was Elisabeth’s daddy day. We are lucky enough that my husband’s boss has agreed to let him have Mondays off. It’s brilliant that they have got this day together every week to bond and do fun stuff. And it makes it a lot easier for me to go to work, because I know she loves daddy day.
Tomorrow is nursery day, and although it is only for one day a week, and we know it is good for her to mix with other kids, I still don’t like dropping her off. I always feel like I’m paying someone else to do my job that I should really be doing myself. Last week was especially hard because I knew she was tired and she gave me the trembling bottom lip when I waved bye bye. But as I stood in the hallway waiting for the crying to start ………………… Nothing happened, and she had a great day which she told me all about when I came to pick her up. I know she can’t talk yet, but I know what she means.
One question though, we had another good night sleep, so why am I still sooooooooooooooooo tired?!?