Ok, I didn't but I realllly wanted to. Today was absolutely, positively the worst yet. A little after 10am Charlie calls with the daily daycare dropoff report. And Charlie is a man that very rarely, and I mean very, very rarely cries. And I could hear something in his voice that sounded like he could be close to tears. He said he dropped her off as they were going outside to hunt Easter Eggs. He handed her over and the usual meltdown occurred. He said his goodbyes and left. But when he was pulling out of the daycare he looked toward the playground and saw her, sitting in a corner of the playground, with her empty Easter Basket, bawling her eyes out, as the other kids hunted Easter eggs. And as I type it, even though I've told it to 22 people today, I still cry about it. So, as soon as I heard that I left work and went to get her sandwich tray for the party so I could check on her. I peeped in the room to see my little angel just squalling. I watched for a while and it just broke my heart. The guilt was unbearable. I stood in the hallway with tears streaming down my face, shaking my head like a crazy woman. I just kept thinking, "This is not right. This is not the way it's supposed to be. I HATE THIS!"
I would like to rewind to 1910. I really would. I would rather not have the right to vote and be Susie Homemaker than watch my little girl react to being taken care of for hours each day by strangers. So, I'm sure all the feminists out there are highly upset with my take on life, but I blame you crazy bra burnin' women for all of my troubles! Dual income families STINK. God meant for us to birth babies and take care of them and our husbands. So that is where I am today. Mad at society. Mad at the daycare. Mad at the teacher. A little mad that Charlie isn't a doctor. Mainly mad at the feminists that got us into this 'equal' mess. Mad...mad....mad. But not as mad as Avery is because her daddy drops her off in a strange building with strange little people and strange big people who let her sit and cry.
We will give it one more week. If huge advancements aren't made next week we are moving on to Plan B. Oh, and I will make frequent drop ins without the requested phone call before I stop by. No more Mrs. Nice Mommy. I mean business!
Here are some more pics from yesterday, taken by Dewana and her very nice camera. And believe me, you can see a difference! The pics are causing me problems...they may end up above this post...ooops.