As of right now, I'm excited. Things could change tomorrow morning. There might be tears, but I think its for the best...for both of us. It will give me some extra time to do some major job searching and organizing so that my apartment is in order once I start working. Oh what will I do with all my extra time?
She's going to go two days this week and probably three days next week and the following weeks until I find a job. The idea is to ease her into daycare. She went to daycare when she was around 5 months old, but not for a lengthy amount of time and she definitely doesn't remember. This will be a total shock for her. I'm hoping for a nice and smooth transition.
So...wish us luck! I'm a little anxious I'm going to forget something. I already had to make a last minute run to the store for snowpants because Liv's mysteriously went missing, not pointing fingers, Pat...oh I'm definitely pointing fingers. Crisis averted though...I'm thankful that my over planning self decided to pack her bag tonight and not tomorrow morning :).