The Jig is Almost Up...

And it's time to pay the fiddler.

Tomorrow Morgan and I are going to tour the Daycare facility once again, but this time knowing that our baby will be a "grasshopper" (he will be placed in the grasshopper classroom/infant room).

My baby is a grasshopper...sniff, sniff. He has an actual classroom, and potential friends and two "teachers" and a cubby. A cubby!

Staying home with Macias this summer has been great. Every. Last. Minute. But, as they say, every good thing must come to an end. In two weeks time (after a vacation to Virginia) I will be going back to work and Macias will be starting daycare. It baffles me that he is already 12 weeks old, then again, it feels like an eternity since I had him and since I was at work. I can barely remember that I was pregnant for 9 months.

I love my job and my chosen profession and I always said that I would not give it up once I had children. It's a career, not a job. And I won't. Even if we could afford for me to stay home (which we can't) I would still choose to go back to work because it's what I want to do (besides being a mother). I'm somewhat excited to get back into the swing of things. Yes, I'll miss Macias, but I'm comforted by the fact that he'll probably learn more and get better social skills than he would staying home with me, boring old mom.

I may have some opportunity to do some work from home, but if I had him home I would still need someone to watch him so I could get my work done. I don't just want to shove him in the corner in the playpen and force him to come up with imaginary friends when he can have real ones at daycare.

So, yes, it will be hard. I'm not worried or concerned about the actual daycare place, everyone is very lovely and it feels like a great environment. I think I'm more worried about me, not letting him go, but about my work. I'm worried about getting back in to things and hoping that I haven't lost anything. I know it's only been 3 months, but that's the longest I've ever been away from my "skills". Here's hoping I still have them...or I may be forced to stay home with Macias and collect unemployment.