Another First

Tomorrow Lukas will have his first day of "school" (aka daycare).  Have I mentioned how I think its silly that all the day cares in town are called schools?  Well, I should say I thought it was silly. It really is like a pre-pre school that he'll be starting.  They'll teach him baby sign language and other new things.  So I guess it is school.  And as I've come to learn, the word "daycare" has a very negative connotation, especially with my parents generation.  I think it used to be somewhere that only poor people who couldn't afford a nanny took their children.  The "school" Lukas will be attending is not at all the type of daycare where there are tons of kids just crying and not being tended to.  And it has a hefty price tag.  So in that sense, it is not "daycare."  But he'll be attending during the day and being cared for and learning things.  So, we should really call it a "place where children go during the day while their parents are working to be cared for and learn things." 

I'm having very mixed emotions about it.  I've been okay with the thought all day, but as tomorrow approaches I'm finding myself getting a little sad.  I am happy with the "school" he's going to, but I think I would be nervous regardless of where he was going.  I'm anxious to meet his teachers.  I'm anxious to hear how he does.  I'm anxious to already go back and pick him up tomorrow afternoon.

Mr. Cob's parents are staying in town until Tuesday, so if I just can't bring myself to drop him off in the morning they can watch him again.  Or I can always go get him half way through the day and have grandma and grandpa watch him in the afternoon, which I very well may do.  I'm a big fan of easing in to new things.  And as I mentioned before, he'll be less than two miles from my office, so I can always go check in on him and get some hugs at any time if I need to.

I am thankful that Lukas' two grandmas have taken care of him for the past two weeks that I've been back at work.  I don't think I could have handled dropping him at daycare and returning to work all in one day.  I fear though that tomorrow will be my hardest day back at work.  I think there might be tears. 

Wish us luck tomorrow.  Lord knows I'll need it.  I think I'll forgo mascara in the morning...