You know that its time to go back to work when butt prints begin forming in your couch cushions.
Today was my first day back at work after 12 short weeks at home with Charlie. Since Jeff is still student teaching, this meant that Charlie started daycare. I must admit, going back to work was bittersweet. While it was nice to eat, shower, and get dressed in peace this morning, I missed Charlie terribly.
|All ready for his first day of daycare!|
When I called around noon, the lead teacher told me that he was doing wonderfully - he was in the middle of a nap and had eaten/slept well all morning. Really? My Charlie? Sleeping well?! She said that most babies need to adjust to the noise level of the baby room, but he zonked right out. That makes sense; in public, Charlie falls right to sleep, but in his room, sometimes its a little tougher.
So, aside from throwing up all over his adorable overalls, Charlie did great at daycare - which makes the transition all the easier for me as well. Tomorrow (and from now on), Jeff will be bringing him alone meaning I have to say my goodbyes even earlier. No need to be sad though, the work day goes by fast and it will be good for both of us to get out and back on a schedule. All good things may come to an end, but only then can other good things begin. :-)