Trial separation

X's first two days of daycare went fairly smoothly. They reported that the first day he was happy, the second day he was fussy. Both days, he basically ignored me during both dropoff and pickup. Being reunited with his brother, however, elicited eager stares, huge smiles, and belly laughs.

I missed him. I was always a little annoyed when people used to ask me if I missed K after I went back to work. I'd just smile and say, "No, he's happy and I'm happy," but I'd be thinking, look, I love my kid and I love my husband, but that doesn't mean I want to be attached to either one of them 24-7. But when X was gone, I missed his soft head and cute smile and kicky legs. Maybe because I got to spend longer at home with X. When I went back to work after having K, he was just coming out of the newborn stage and frankly I was glad to get out of the house.

Anyway, I wasn't lonely because K was home with me both days. He missed his first two days of pre-K after being sent home with a fever. Luckily, he responded well to ibuprofen and was in a good mood both days. Today he even played by himself while I got a haircut. (He wasn't really sick today, but wanted to stay home. I warned him that he had to cooperate for all sorts of errands and entertain himself during my haircut, and he lived up to his end of the bargain much better than I expected.)

I was hoping to get a day to take care of work preparation stuff (get through my inbox, get my phone fixed, iron my clothes, do all the outstanding home errands, stock the fridge, etc.) and then a day to relax, but it looks like Tuesday is going to be my get-stuff-done day. And then... back to real life.