It’s 2:30 in the afternoon and my house has been quiet for the last three hours. For three hours I’ve been able to work on some deadlines, read some news, and breath.
You see, Saffron is napping. Evan has bounced between playing in the backyard, and visiting friends. And Trey … is not here. He’s in (dun dun dun) daycare.
Three days a week, for about four hours each day, Trey visits the hose of a very nice older woman. There he plays with about five other kids of various ages, has snacks, watches a cartoon, and generally has a great time. There’s a huge yard full of toys and trikes, a play room overflowing with toys, and a little kitchen with child sized tables and chairs.
I think I agonized over admitting this as much as I did sending him. Among some of the more natural-aimed parents, daycare is about as popular as kicking puppies. No, kicking puppies might actually be more popular. Some of the blogs I read, though p to their eyeballs full of recipes and crafts and information, have huge pockets of crap to fling on mothers who don’t give 110% to their kids every single waking moment.
I know, cause I used to be part of that shit too. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
There’s about a dozen reasons why I made this choice. I need time to work and earn an income, and Trey needs more attention right now than I can give him while holding down a budding writing career. Evan has a ton of older friends to play with, but Trey has been pretty left out lately.
He cried two days in a row that “No one will be my best friend, mommy” when the older kids excluded him. To be fair, they were playing a game that he wasn’t getting and required more patience than he has. Still, it broke my heart. Today, he ran in to the house and hugged two little girls before grabbing a bucket of blocks to build with. I didn’t even get a good-bye, but it felt wonderful to see him playing along with others.
In a few minutes Saffron will be getting up, and Evan will be back, and I’ll close down the computer, get in the car, and drive a couple blocks over to pick up a happy little boy. And the quiet I had now will make me a happy mom. And life will be good.
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