Well it finally happened! She’s all grown up and off to school. Well, daycare. Well, part time daycare. Today was her first day at the daycare I lovingly chose for her after hours and hours of research (NOTE: all research conducted by my neighbor who sent her daughter there for six months before I finally pulled the trigger since she brought home lots of cute art and never got a concussion). I did not start teaching today but wanted to start her at the beginning of the month and week, so today was my TCB (taking care of business) day and also a buffer in case they call me to tell me she’s fear puking everywhere (IT COULD HAPPEN! It did at her 18 month appointment when they tried to measure her height).
How I thought it would go down: Booberry sobbing and reaching for me as I abandon her in the arms of a stranger and spend four hours weeping in bed.
How it went down: We show up right as the kids are headed out to the playground and Neighbor Toddler greets Boo. I ask Booberry if she wants to go play on the slide and she nods, goes into the playground area, and begins playing.
That’s it. No crisis. No tears…from her. I cried in the car as I drove away. SHE’S FINE! I warned the teacher about her passionate embraces (hugs and hair pulling) and it’s been four hours and they haven’t called to expel her. I have to go get her soon. So here’s what I did while she was gone that I would not otherwise have done:
1. Went to the MUTHAFOOKIN GYM WOOHOO! I asked the guy at the front desk if I should get a membership and he’s all, “Well it’s worth it if you come more than twice a week. How often do you come now?” and I’m allllll, “LIIIIIIKE never but I’ll try to come at least twice a week.” And he smiled at me because I’m sure that’s what they all say.
2. Took a shower. Yes, I do this even when Boo is at home, but this time I did it right when I got home and not several hours later when the sweat is good and dried.
3. Used my blender! Booberry’s list of “not afraid of that” includes dogs, heights, cars, stairs, older children, and being injured. Her list of “FUCK NO! SCARY!” includes the ball machine at the Children’s Museum, being measured by the nurse at the doctor’s office, me going to the bathroom without her, and the blender. TODAY I made a GREEN smoothie and it wasn’t gross and therefore I…
4. Ate a VEGETABLE.
5. Ate lunch. Yes. Lunch. Not a bite of mac and cheese to test coolness and leftover crackers found in my car. LUNCH. WARM lunch. And I ate it as soon as I was done cooking it and was very quiet while eating it and…
6. Got to go on my phone and watch videos with the sound ON.
7. Went grocery shopping at midday on a weekday. And I got to go at my pace, slowly, reading the ingredients and prices of things, not just randomly throwing crackers into the cart while trying to keep Booberry from noticing the pile of pouches while leaving a trail of discarded cheerios in my wake.
8. Texted the Doctor a million times asking him his opinion on if she’s still alive and if she ate and if she napped and if she’s scarred for life and that I miss her and that I only have one hour left of freedom.
9. Sat here and blogged and it’s 3pm and I’m not at the Children’s Museum (though I do love that place).
10. Cried intermittently for four hours because I miss her and she’s SOOOOO BIIIIIIIIIG.
Shit. I’m almost out of time. I should get some actual work done. (checks facebook)