Up well before 7 this morning. Put the coffee on the stove top, prepared a Bear's brekky. Got a girl up, while her mum frantically lurched from one side of the bathroom to the other.
Today both their lives changed. Beloved went back to work, and Bear, having been for a few short visits to get the feel of the place, spent her first full day in childcare.
I waved them off. Bear was waving and smiling from the back. It breaks your heart.
She went well, apparently, though neither sleep nor food were high on her agenda. But when Beloved picked her up she was fusty, and she took a long time to go to bed. She was a bit upset.
So I'm told anyway, I didn't get out of work until 6.30, I haven't even laid eyes on my girl since the morning.
There has to be a better way...
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