…that’s what I told her this morning to get this big grin – you can see we’ve been talking it up. Thank you all for your lovely messages of support regarding my being a blubbering mess for Punkster’s first ever day of day-care today, they were very much appreciated.
She LOVED IT. Loved it with a crazy, manic, hyper love – she was bouncing off the walls when we got home telling me everything she got up to, & I am so glad, but leaving her this morning was still hard… for me. She had run off to play with hardly a second thought – I had to cajole a goodbye hug out of her before I left! She was only there for 4 hours, & yes you smarty-pants-lot, you were right, it did go fast, but I have felt weird all day. Nervous & emotional & just plain weird.
So what did I do with my Punk-free time? What do you think, really?
Yes.
I opped. At a leisurly pace. I didn’t have to keep an eye on the toy section, or drag a disgruntled Punk about like a stubborn ragdoll, or leave without having a really good rummage.
(Some goodies: bookshelf for bubba#2’s room, a coat rack (to be painted & robotised), sea-monster wooden pull along toy, coathanger with knitted cover, a ‘paint your own’ robot canvas, quilt cover that I’m going to make into curtains & a gorgeous red bag I had ummmed & ahhhhed over last time I was in…& regretted not getting, obviously meant for me because it was still there…)
And I had lunch with My Boy, without having to pick up things from the floor or give up most of my drink… nice, but not-quite-right feeling…
