I’ve said, thought, or heard that at least 1,000 times in the  past 48 hours.  Nonetheless, the realization that K will be in day care starting on Monday isn’t going down too well.

Honestly…I DO think he’ll be fine.  He’ll certainly handle it better than I will.  He’s proven over the last few weeks to adapt well to new hands.  But these new hands…they aren’t mine.  And they aren’t Nana’s.  They aren’t Mima’s.  They are someone new.  Someone unknown.  Someone who has other kids to fuss over, and K is just one more head.  That doesn’t mean they won’t be fantastic hands.  But it also means I’ll worry, and wonder, and pray.

Selfish me hopes he’s their favorite.  And realistic me…knows he will be.  😉