The countdown has begun. Only six more weeks until my daughter starts daycare. Can you tell that I’m excited? As the birth of my second child looms just 11 weeks away, I’m feeling the end of pregnancy pains in a major way. My sciatica that started as a minor nuisance, only flaring up when I exercised, has now turned into a full-blown (literal) pain in my ass. So I’m really looking forward to May 13 and a blissful 4.5 hours alone to sit down and relax, something I don’t really get to do as a stay-at-home mom of a 22-month old.
I probably won’t even know what to do with all that free time. But I’m sure I’ll manage 😉
This whole daycare deal took a bit of convincing in my household. My husband was confused when I suggested the idea. “But you stay home. Why would you send Lilly to daycare?” I was ready for this and explained all my predetermined reasons- that Lilly needs socialization and I’ll have my hands full with a newborn. But really, I kind of just want a break!
After I had successfully convinced him, we found the perfect place to send her three mornings a week for the preschool program. There is a cute little daycare in the business complex where my husband works, making it extremely convenient for him to drop her off in the morning and then bring her home at lunchtime…just in time for nap!
I’ve always stayed at home with my daughter, with the exception of a few months last summer when I temporarily filled in as director at the daycare where I used to work. Lilly came with me then, but she didn’t get the real school experience, because Mommy was always within sight. Nor did I get to experience that feeling of excitement when you drop off your kid at daycare or school and then head home for a childless day of relaxing. I know that feeling exists because I’ve seen it on the faces of parents when I worked at the daycare.
Obviously most parents were headed off to work when they brought their kids in, but every once in awhile they had other plans. The other employees and I could always spot the parents who had a day off…they would show up in their casual clothes, extra-early so that they could be sure to maximize their day off.
So that’s why I’ll be looking forward to May 13, just 47 days away…but who’s counting? I plan to save up a bunch of my shows on the TiVo and just lay around being lazy for the three weeks before my second is born and all hell breaks loose in my house!
If you’re in the market for a daycare for your child, be sure to check out tomorrow’s post: the first of three in a series called “Daycare 101: Choosing The Daycare That’s Right For You.”