It’s a big week at our house. On Wednesday, the twins will start attending Daycare three days a week.
My mommy heart is hurting pretty bad. Well, my mommy-stomach. I have about a million different things that are worrying me, but I hope it’s all going to work out.
The place was recommended by one of our therapists and they just happened to have a three-day-a-week opening starting this week. The boys are going to be placed in two different classes, which I think is good for them, but again, I’m nervous. Mostly I just hope they don’t cry too much when I have to drop them off because I’ll be tempted to just scoop them up and run back home with them.
I’ve ordered clothing labels and diapers, and ordered up immunization records–the director even understood about our wonky records and is very accommodating.
So, it’s me and Rexie. And hopefully the boys will get better at their talking and stuff. They’re both trying to imitate now, which I think is a good sign–they’re not very good at it, but these things can be worked out, right?
Wish us all luck–I might be crying in my Diet Coke come Wednesday.