The drama continues. Poor Tripp got the honor of taking the kids this morning. Emerson did well once again but Cullen was not so happy about being there. He cried when Tripp left him. Tripp called the day care back a few hours later to check on him and the director said she had been in and he had settled down and started playing. When Tripp went to pick them up this afternoon he asked his teacher how he did and her answer was "he's had a rough day". He didn't want to eat anything so they got one of the older kids to come to his class and try to convince him to work which worked (I thought it was actually a pretty good idea). Then he was the 1st to go to sleep again for nap time but the 1st to wake after only 30 minutes. Then he cried on and off the rest of the afternoon again. It breaks my heart to think of him wandering around looking for us and thinking we've left him with a bunch of babies and a couple of adults who he doesn't even know. :(
Fast forward to this evening: Emerson was riding with me to pick up pizza (yes, I didn't cook, I haven't worked out a supper system yet!) and we were having a conversation about her playing on the playground. She has decided that boys stink (yes, her words) and that she only wants to play with girls. So she doesn't want to play anywhere near boys because of their stinkyness and the fact that she says they could knock her down. I told her she could play with them and run around like all the other girls and boys but being the hard headed child that she is she told me she wasn't going to do that because girls should play with girls and boys should play with boys. Then she says this to me (and I quote with emphasis exactly where she said it)
"Well, you're not supposed to leave me at school all day anyway because I will cry for my Mama elsewhere."
Okay really, what 3 year old uses the word elsewhere? That child never ceases to amaze me with the things that come out of her mouth. And there I am just looking at her little face in the rear view mirror feeling the mountain of guilt that is piling onto my conscience and wondering how to respond. I couldn't think of anything great to respond with so I just lead the conversation in another, more positive, direction which was the promise that her Nena would pick her up early from day care tomorrow and she would get to play with her before I got home. That seemed to really perk her up since Nena is only 1 her most favorite people EVER.
So now that we're on day 2 of day care and day 3 of work for me things are looking bleak but I know things usually get worse before they get better. . .just like a bruise. I guess we'll just have to wait it out and just see how long this lasts. I sure hope I have enough strength to endure it.
Fast forward to this evening: Emerson was riding with me to pick up pizza (yes, I didn't cook, I haven't worked out a supper system yet!) and we were having a conversation about her playing on the playground. She has decided that boys stink (yes, her words) and that she only wants to play with girls. So she doesn't want to play anywhere near boys because of their stinkyness and the fact that she says they could knock her down. I told her she could play with them and run around like all the other girls and boys but being the hard headed child that she is she told me she wasn't going to do that because girls should play with girls and boys should play with boys. Then she says this to me (and I quote with emphasis exactly where she said it)
"Well, you're not supposed to leave me at school all day anyway because I will cry for my Mama elsewhere."
Okay really, what 3 year old uses the word elsewhere? That child never ceases to amaze me with the things that come out of her mouth. And there I am just looking at her little face in the rear view mirror feeling the mountain of guilt that is piling onto my conscience and wondering how to respond. I couldn't think of anything great to respond with so I just lead the conversation in another, more positive, direction which was the promise that her Nena would pick her up early from day care tomorrow and she would get to play with her before I got home. That seemed to really perk her up since Nena is only 1 her most favorite people EVER.
So now that we're on day 2 of day care and day 3 of work for me things are looking bleak but I know things usually get worse before they get better. . .just like a bruise. I guess we'll just have to wait it out and just see how long this lasts. I sure hope I have enough strength to endure it.
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