Like every normal person, I really hate coming back from vacation. And when you get to spend all of those days with your kid, it’s even harder to have to drop him back off at daycare in the morning – I mean, I’ve done this for over a year now, but the tears came this morning when it was time to say good-bye to him. That doesn’t happen often anymore, but it did this morning.
I love the daycare my kid goes to – I really do, however, I get really upset that he cannot move up because of the biter in the class ahead of him. And then I get upset at the actual biter, because, seriously, leave my kid the hell alone and why is MY kid the only one you bite?!?. So then I feel like Sheffield is getting left behind, because I can’t send him to the class that he needs to be in, because I can’t send him to school to get bit every day. But he is now the biggest kid in his class, and all of the other kids that he was moving up with are now in the other toddler classroom – learning more. And it really upsets me.
So I go back to all of that after spending four days with my little guy – playing and reading books to him, and splashing with him in the pool, and I get all emotional. He is growing up too fast, and it breaks my heart into a thousand little pieces. I want to spend my time with him teaching him colors and shapes and words – running with him outside, sneaking him cookies, watching him nap. I hate coming back from vacation.
I’ll probably be back with a recap of the beach vacation at some point, but for now, I think my blogging might just have to take a back seat for a little bit – until I can figure out what I want to do.
I hope y’all had a great weekend!