One Giant Step

My daughter has never been to daycare. Hell, she's had two babysitters in her whole life (meaning only two date nights for my husband and I in TWO YEARS!).

I've taken on the task myself of entertaining her, schooling her, diapering her... everything.

Tomorrow this changes.

Tomorrow I am joining the YMCA and taking advantage of their in-house daycare.

And to be honest, I'm super nervous.

Not that she won't fit in, or that she'll hate it and scream the whole time.

I'm nervous because this is uncharted territory for me.

It's been me for two years and now I'm turning my wild child over to some stranger to look after. Sure, the staff at the Y is qualified, but that doesn't help my nerves.

It's only an hour a day, but I'm unsure if it'll feel like a whole eternity or if it'll pass like quicksand.

I decided to join the Y because Mama is tired of carrying around a spare tear and needs nothing more than to burn some extra calories. And I am entrusting these strangers to look after my child because I feel like she could use some friends to babble with.

Sure, Mommy is fun but a toddler that speaks her gibberish is more fun.