I dropped PK off at daycare for a half-day there today. This time I came prepared! I packed diapers, wipes, a bottle, sippy cups, an extra change of clothes, formula, hat, and sunscreen. I even labelled her clothes and bottles!
We made it down for 9:30am, though I had hoped for 8:30am. Unfortunately, getting PK to sit still in her highchair for breakfast proved to be difficult this morning. I think it's a combination of wanting to walk and also being tired of eating the same thing for breakfast. I know...I need to shake things up.
Anyway, we finally made it down. I was pleasantly surprised when the caregivers remembered that PK had just celebrated her birthday. It's surprising because they've only seen her twice before. I took her down in the carrier again - so convenient - and when we got there, I put her down and unloaded her supplies for the day. As soon as I put her down, she started to fret. She wanted up again, but only with me. One of the caregivers picked her up, but she wanted me. I decided to make my escape, since my presence was only making things worse. Hopefully she's okay. I'm pretty sure she got over it fast enough.
It has been about two hours since I dropped her off, and I have been aimlessly wandering the streets of Toronto. I got absolutely nothing accomplished today, except that I finally picked up her Brazilian passport. I guess I'm just not in the mood to do anything. Now, as my free time draws to a close, I'm rather pissed at myself for wasting the morning away. My fault, for sure. I'm just glad that soon I'll be picking up my favorite little muchkin to spend our last day together before I return to full-time work.
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