I like to call it day camp. Makes it sound more fun than day care. Day care makes me think of smelly rooms filled with screaming kids and snot and, well, I just don’t like it.
If life worked like it should, Stacey (or I) would be their primary caretakers, all day every day. Or we’d live close to a grandma and she’d help us out. Alas, we both need to work to afford this life (especially day camp), and the nearest grandma is about 200 miles away.
It was tough to leave them this morning. PJ was all smiles and very happy when he woke up. Katie too, but Patrick just had this charm about him today.
The house is eerily quiet, and I’m back to yelling at cats and the dog as my daily distractions.
Joe,
Enjoy your quite moments. They are to far inbetween.
I think you and Stacey will wheather this change and
the many more to come. Both grandma’s would love to
live closer, however we all lead these busy lives.
I have a feeling that all the caregivers at the day camp
are going to fall in love the Patrick and Katie.
You just cann’t help it, with there great personalities
and their charm. It just draws you right in.
I think Stacey will enjoy being back in the work world
and I know Joe will help her keep things balanced with
the kids. Thanks for sharing your feelings!
Love,
Grandma Ashley
Thanks Mom.
We’re tryin’ over here…
NORMAL feelings. If they end up like my twins once they get older and can communicate more they will tell you how much the enjoy going to “day camp”.