So, Day Two of daycare arrived and Mummy and I walked there together like 'normal' and I didn't suspect what was about to happen. She left me there! Yes... Left me! Her child, the fruit of her loins... dropped on the doorstep like a box of unwanted kittens. I tried to hold on to her hand really tightly but she wrestled it loose and ran through the gate with the latch I can't open!
Ok, I might be exaggerating a little...
But today, I spent the day mostly alone and I am mature enough to admit, I cried a little. Just a little though. Once I realised I was captive, I just spent the time entertaining myself in the playground, reading some books and looking at the dinosaurs. I was a little depressed.
What made it worse was that yesterday,the first day, they fed me the wrong pasta and I got a reaction which meant I didn't sleep all that well and was pretty grumpy in the morning already. Mummy leaving was just another nail in the coffin of my day. Until...
Two great things happened!
After poorcare Daycare, Mummy came to get me (it was a half day) and I went home for a nap. That wasn't one of the great things though, the great thing came after. Beach day! Yay! I am loving this beach thing and it is going to suck big time when the weather starts to cool down after tomorrow but, after a terrible day at the torture centre, a dip in the cool lake was just what was needed.
But like I said TWO great things happened and right after the beach, we walked to Mummi and Pappa's place and I got to spend the rest of the day playing with them. They have been at their little summer cottage a lot so it was fantastic to see them. When Mummy and Daddy came to pick me up, I asked if I could stay and play a little longer. Mummi and Pappa are the best daycare teachers in the world and, I never cry with them.
Unfortunately though, they can't take me all the time but, once they are back after the summer to stay, I will spend a couple days a week with them. This means that I will only have to suffer daycare (and the drooling, mute children that attend), a few days a week.
Tomorrow is Friday though and it is the last day of the week but, it is going to be my first full day there which means, I have to take my nap there. I wonder if they are going to sing me to sleep while tickling my back like Mummy and Daddy do? I am guessing not.
Maybe we will go to the beach again to make up for it though... At the moment and despite the look on my face in the picture, it is my lifesaver place. It was so much easier when I was young and didn't have all the worries of life...
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