Two DC. DD has been at nursery part time for several years , all fine. DS is 10 months and we're in the process of doing acclimatisation sessions at nursery with a view to him starting to do the same in the next month or so.
Today was the first 'drop him off and bugger off' session. I am literally sitting in the sunshine in a park around the corner ok, 200m away, what's your point? trying to swallow a salad round the lump in my throat. I feel like an utter wuss, not least because it's a fantastic nursery, DD loves it (and DS has had a ball on our first couple of visits) and working from home I have been desperate to get to the point of having some time to do stuff during the day without being interrupted, rather than it all having to be done evenings and weekends.
Just texted DH for reassurance that these pangs are reasonable and got the reply:
Honestly, I love our kids very much but I would not be fighting tears right now. I'd be spinning around like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music, screaming about freedom. :p
AIBU and / or a total wuss? I fear I know the answer but honestly, my lip is wobbling as I type and I figure nearly a year on I can't blame it on wonky hormones...