The last night of summer

Tomorrow school starts, and you go to day care for the first time. I have been dreading this night since I found out you were coming into our lives. First of all I'm sorry that it is not possible for me to stay at home with you and spend every second of every day with you. I would if I could, and I would cherish every stinking moment of it. Second, I really hope that as you grow you appreciate the fact that I did go back to work...in order to provide you with what you need and want. I can remember being young and cool clothes would have no doubt trumped spending some QT with my mom in infancy...I can only hope you feel the same way, and don't hold this against me. Believe me, I would stay home if I could. 

This past week with Daddy on vacation, you have started to get a little bored with us/me. Usually we would look forward to Daddy coming home for lunch and then snooze the afternoon away. This past week, there wasn't really anything to look forward to, and you seemed restless. SO, I suppose that spending a few hours with other kids will help you in the long run, or that's what I'm telling myself anyway. But really, you seem to like little kids, and I think the interaction will be pleasing to you. 

Tomorrow you will have to stay at Sally's from 8-3:30. Believe me, I will be at Sally's at 3:33 or less on the dot! I'm sure I will miss you so very much. This will be the longest I have EVER been away from you. However I fully intend on spending my lunch hour with you...so as to break up the time away. 

Well, you are snoozing upstairs with Daddy and I am sitting at the table typing away, trying to prolong tomorrow morning as much as possible. I suppose I should get you and get to sleep... tomorrow will undoubtedly be the longest day of my life.