Graham's trial run at daycare was yesterday afternoon. He did great, was super cheerful at drop-off (did it right after a nap) and joined right in with the kids with only minimal tears when we arrived. I, on the other hand, was a fretful mess going over paperwork with the director and had to hightail it out of there when I felt the waterworks coming on. Sobbed audibly the entire walk home - that super attractive blubbering, heaving for breath, red-faced cry. Which means now I'm a true New Yorker! Fallen asleep on public transit, gotten my heel caught in a subway grate, and now, cried in public and didn't care who saw. Go me!
Graham on the way to daycare. Me on the way to daycare.
At least one of us has got their shiz together.