Day three at daycare

This morning was really tough. I dropped off Dex as usual and just as I was hanging around with him, one of the daycare workers ever so tactfully suggested that perhaps it might help the transition if instead of hanging around for half an hour like I have been the last week, I just stay a little shorter, say five or ten minutes, then leave.

That was my cue to get out of their face, I guess. So I had to say bye to Dex and then the tears started. But enough about me...Dex was crying big time too, and I can hear him as I'm putting on my shoes outside the room, as I'm stealing tissue from the manager's office, as I'm dabbing my eyes in the hallway, and as I'm walking away from the building.

Then he saw me from the window and he tried to defenestrate himself. More crying. More yelling. I should have grabbed more tissues.

Everyone assures me that he will adjust. Of course he will, but it is so tough to go through this.

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Update: I went to pick him up at around 4:30 pm. He was glad to see me, but he did not want to leave so this is a good sign. I think it means that he is enjoying his time there. He wanted to be held and he wanted me to hang out with him on the floor. So that's what we did for a little bit.

The update from the staff is that he ate a lot of carrots for lunch and that he loved the sandbox in the playground. He also managed to nap for 40 minutes this afternoon!

Overall, that was a long day for both of us. He was there for 7 hours and I survived. Oh wait. I forgot. It's not about me.