I’ve got that too-much-to-drink-slurred-speech-schouldn’t-operate-heavy-machinery kind of feeling this morning. And no, I didn’t tie one on last night (too bad for Leading Man, huh?).
The daycare transition separation anxiety drama drags on. I am having trouble typing because my motor skills are sluggish and my brain is cluttered, but thought I’d fill you in on recent happenings
Last week wasn’t great. Here’s the recap:
Monday:
Federal holiday for Martin Luther King Day, no daycare
Tuesday:
Inauguration Day, another federal holiday here in the DC Metro area. Carson went to daycare for 3 hours, just to ease back into things. Since no other children came that day, he hung out with Christine’s family; her two older girls who are so, so good to him, but he had a rough morning.
Wednesday:
He woke up on the wrong side of the crib (you know what I mean). Had his milk and got dressed for the day. While I was feeding the dog, he vomited sour, congealed milk all over the floor. Not sure if he was sick, I kept him home for the day. No other symptoms of illness that day, but he was quieter than usual.
Thursday:
Went to daycare. He cried when I left. (Me, too, but not in front of him!) Woke up from his nap at daycare feeling sad. Sat at the table for snack but didn’t eat much and didn’t get up from the table for the rest of the afternoon despite lots of cajoling from Christine. When I arrived to get him, he perked up but I couldn’t hold back the tears. He was so sad.
Friday:
Woke up way too early but went back to bed with Mama for an hour and got up in a good mood. Had a fun day at daycare. Enjoyed playing with everyone; ate well; napped well. Didn’t want to go home!
Oooh, look. It’s Monday again. (Where DOES the weekend go?)
This morning Carson woke up at 4:45 AM and we couldn’t get him back to sleep (drink of water, crying it out, laying with Mama, singing lullabies, warm milk, singing lullabies, laying with Mama, leaving him to cry it out – not necessarily in that order!). I know, inconsistency is the key to failure (and subsequent exhaustion), but I wasn’t firing on all cylinders, okay? At 6:15 I gave up and we “started” our day.
In my sleep-deprived delirium, I am confident I’ve chosen a wonderful caregiver for Carson but I’m unsure how to handle his anxieties. He (and I) need to sleep well, eat well, and enjoy our work/play time.
So, Reading Mamas, I ask you – What other ways do kids show their separation anxiety (I need to know what more to expect!)? And what’s a Mama to do about it?
