Today is my first day with a job in more than three years. I mean a paying job. Because of course I’ve been working these last three years, but this is different.
Will gets dropped off at 7am, which thankfully will force me to get moving a bit earlier in the morning. The boys were all happy to see him when he got here, and Bennett, Jack Henry and Will were playing together while I put some breakfast on the table. All of the sudden, Will started crying, and rightfully so, because Jack Henry had hit him in the face. Will had been here 15 minutes. Wow…welcome to your new daycare, Will. I talked to Michon this morning, and thank God she’s laid back, because it was awesome (eyeroll) to tell her that her son had already been slapped in the face.
In his defense, he was being playful, but inappropriately so. He got his first timeout for hitting, and very sadly told Will “I sowwy” when he came out to the kitchen a few minutes later. I’m fairly certain that Will had forgotten by then (he’s 9 months old, remember). Since then, Jack Henry has been super-sweet, especially since I put Will down for a nap. He walked out to the kitchen where I was talking to Bennett and said, “Shhhh Mommy. Whoa. Sweeping.” When he started up his Leapster and the volume was too loud, he said, “Too youd. Whoa. Sweeping.” I’m lovin’ this concern for others!
So I’m looking at this as an adventure. It’s going to force me to be more organized and to plan ahead better, which are good things. I think I’d gotten a bit lazy lately and there will be no room for that! His time with us also coincides with some big decisions and potentially the biggest project we’ve ever undertaken, which I’ll share more about in upcoming weeks (I hope sooner rather than later, but the timetable is very uncertain right now).
In other news, Luke FINALLY went back to school! His Christmas break is over. However, Bennett woke up with a horrible cough (no fever) so he didn’t go to school. I can’t win.