As you know I joined the gym at the beginning of the year.
And I love it.
Love love love it.
I can rock out on the treadmill, I can work on admittance to the gun show, I can shower in peace without ten thousand tiny little toys at my feet (or two babes at my feet).
And the best bonus, I'm doing good.
The bad part is that I have major Mommy Guilt.
Taking the girls to the child care center is no problem. I drop them off and even though Turtle gives me this "WTF" look when I depart, there's rarely tears.
But when I come and pick them up... oh, there are tears.
I usually walk in to Turtle's screams and I immediately feel guilty for taking 30-40 minutes of time just for myself.
She'll stop crying the second they hand her over to me, but it does nothing to make my feel any better.
And Roo, she's a champ. She loves going to play with all these cool new toys and to run around with all these new friends.
But my little Turtle... she'll be all red faced with tear tracks and she'll do that dramatic little sniffle every few minutes for about thirty minutes after I pick her up.
I wonder if this is just a phase, because she's never really been left with anyone before. It's always been me or the Mister taking care of her.
Plus it's only been a week since we started going to the gym and I've been fostering her off on complete strangers, just so I can run in peace.
The guilt makes me feel horrible and I don't know what to do. I don't want to give up the gym because I've fallen back in love with working out. And everyone under the sun has told me that she'll get use to it, but will she?
She is terribly stubborn (like her father).
Advice, suggestions, anything... please!
Monday, January 10, 2011
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My only advice is to keep doing it! Don't give up. I never pass my kids off until they start preschool. The first month is HORRIBLE. But each week gets better. It was so bad that we would basically have to peel Sydnee off of me and I would run and I mean RUN for the door. Then she would scream for the next hour. Her preschool was in the elementary school. So they would call her big sister down to see if that would help. It was a huge mess. Finally she just started doing great. Once she realized I was coming back. I wish we could afford to start sending them to daycare 1-2 hours a week just to get them ready. But we can't. I am hoping that since they are used to going to the nursery at Church, they will be better. But it's just a prayer! :) Good luck!
Aaaah mommy guilt....the most universal mommy emotion!
I often say that we're blessed to be able to have a stay-at-home parent, but the associated curse is that anytime you try to do anything that requires leaving them with someone else, it's hell.
I agree with Gena....keep doing it!!! I know with my oldest it took a couple of months for her to get used to it, but it's sooo worth it. The first couple of times I dropped her off, I could here her crying, and I'd sit in the hall just outside the door and I'd cry too, it was awful. But last week, she ran in without me and was busy playing before I even caught up to her!
You're helping them develop important life skills, and you're doing something good for you.
It will get better, and it really is a good thing for all of you.
KEEP GOING! Avery will come around, I promise! Cara was 15 months when I started taking her and it was hard to find the right time for her, try different times to see what works best for her, she will be fine, I PROMISE.
PS Turtle will be fine, she will ALWAYS be fine, that little ninja.
-Angela
Perhaps it is because she is being left w/ complete strangers, but that's ok. YOU need your me time. She will adjust. It's only been a few days, once she understands the routine you will be surprised that both girls will be excited about this new play time. Good luck and in the words of Dory (from Finding Nemo) "just keep swimming".
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