It's late, I need to go to bed, but I'm putting it off. Tomorrow morning, I take J.P. to daycare for the first time, at West End United Methodist Church. I'm going to drop him off at 9 a.m., then head into work. Jude will pick him up tomorrow afternoon at 2:30 p.m.
I know he needs to go to daycare, at least one or two days a week, so he can be around other children. Still, it's going to be tough leaving him there tomorrow morning, alone, in unfamiliar surroundings and with unfamiliar people. It's going to break my heart if he cries when I leave, as I suspect he will.
What's next, kindergarten, high school, college, wedding? I mean, seriously, we just brought him home from the hospital the other day, right? It sure feels that way.
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