I'm sure you're wondering why I haven't written about Harrison's first day of daycare.
Confession time: he didn't start.
Diary, I couldn't do it. I had the best intentions; honestly, I did.
But on the Thursday prior to the big day, Dee Dee, H, and I went over to pick up the necessary paperwork and introduce him to the teachers. The sweet lady scooped him up and was walking him around the room when...
.... I had a panic attack.
I saw spots. Hyperventilated. Splotched. Sobbed.
And it was an ugly cry, Diary. UGLY. Lots of snot involved.
And if you know me, Diary - you know I don't get upset like that. Especially in public. With people watching.
Diary, I turned in my 2 weeks notice at work later that afternoon. It was both the hardest and easiest decision I've ever made.
Alas, Diary, don't give up on me. I won't be sitting on the couch eating bon-bons and watching soap operas, I promise.
Things work out for the better, Diary. Later that day a company offered me a position that will let me work from home, so I jumped on it like my former-pregnant-self-on-a-cupcake-with-chocolate-icing.
Did I mention that it's a local parenting magazine? Doesn't God have a delightful sense of humor?
Thanks for listening, Diary. You're the best.
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