Second day of "school"

Morning:
NO to getting out of bed, NO to getting changed, NO to breakfast.
I eventually wrangle him into a fresh diaper and clothes and get him out into the living room.
I pack his lunch and fix both of our breakfasts while he plays across the room. Hey, that wasn't so bad.
When I get within a foot of him, I realize why he's staying far away from me: poo explosion. (K will do anything to get out of a diaper change.)
Post-diaper change, before I'm done washing his clothes and my hands, he's yelling, "BED. BED."
Fine. I stick him in his crib and get ready for work.
NO to getting dressed (again), NO to breakfast, NO to leaving the house. But somehow we manage all these things.
As they say on the Island of Sodor: "Then there was trouble."
"Lina house," he says. (That's Mrs. Daycare.)
"We're going to school," I tell him.
"Lina house. Lina house!" he says, increasingly panicked. He starts thrashing around to stop me from strapping him into the car seat. By the time I have him buckled in, he's crying and screaming, "LINA HOUSE! NO SCHOO! LINA HOUSE!"
When we get there, it's worse than yesterday. He starts to throw himself to the ground, but thinks better of it and attaches himself to me instead. He grabs on tight and sobs, "Mommy! MOMMY! MOMMMMYYYYY!" as if his heart is breaking. I think mine is too. I stick around for a little bit, but then realize I'm prolonging the separation, so I disentangle myself and go. I get to work an hour late with snot on my coat.
Sigh. Just because you're expecting it doesn't make it easier.

Afternoon: Teachers reported that he was happy all day. JW found K chasing little girls around the indoor playground at pickup time, and showed me a construction paper bunny and an Easter card that K made. Think I can convince JW to switch jobs with me?