So we've been going through a big adjustment in the Corcoran household. Rich got a new job, which we are all very excited about, but which comes with one big caveat: travel. Every week. Always.
Now we've been dealing with the travel aspect on and off since Rich got into consulting, so it was with an informed mind that we agreed on this. But I had some terms: Declan is now going to daycare Tuesday and Thursday mornings and we got a cleaning lady. We'll get mowers in the spring too. Because as much as I adore Declan, and I do massively adore him, I need to have time to recoup. Whether it's reading a book, blogging, or doing the grocery shopping, just being alone holds a special kind of significance, one that I never truly understood until D came along.
We've had some real adjustment to the whole daycare thing, even though it's only for three hours. I could just feel his little heart breaking every time I'd leave him there. I'd watch as Ms. Tiffany cuddled and reassured him and I heard his screams all the way out the door. Man! That is a special kind of heartbreak. But, something happened yesterday.
Declan's been getting better each time. He says "Min-ee Min-ee" a lot (Ms. Tiffany) then with big, earnest eyes, "buh lub a low" (play dough). I think he's only played with play dough once there, but it was enough to shift the winds ever so slightly. Flash forward to this Tuesday when Declan screamed his head off and had a huge fit. He was so upset. And everyone kind of stopped and looked at me. Because Declan didn't want to leave. Yes, I was picking him up. Now it's me that makes him cry. Don't know if I was quite ready for this yet.
But overall I'm proud. He's been doing so much better at the gym, so much so that I don't really have an excuse not to go anymore. But, they don't change diapers, and Declan knows just when to poop. Right when I'm in the middle of aerobics. Kid's got some good timing.
This Wednesday, I happened to forget the diaper bag. I always forget something. So D and I had a little talk, and I asked him to please not poop. And I really thought we had an understanding. And I was convinced that he was in on the plan.
I won't go into detail, but Declan was most certainly not in on it. And the result was a couple of good, thorough hand washes on my part, done in the gym bathroom, and Declan being cleaned up with paper towels and then going commando for a minute while I searched for a diaper.
Then we went to storytime.
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