When Charlotte first started daycare I was heartbroken. I cried every day. Part of it was that it wasn't supposed to go down like that -- the original plan, and what I always wanted to do, was to be a sahm. It eventually got easier, but to this day I remain that clingy mom who takes thirty minutes or more to drop off her baby.
The daycare blues are coming back, though.

Maybe i am being hormonal, maybe it is because we are approaching charlotte's first birthday, or maybe it is because Charlotte herself is going through a stage where she is very clingy. She has gotten to where she cries and crawls after me when I leave her. Once she crawled after me and stood at the door banging on the glass crying. Heartbreaking, especially since I want to be with her more than anything. This morning I was on the verge of tears again. Not because it was a bad morning. I was just thinking, by the time I finally get to stay home, my baby won't be a baby anymore.

She will be approaching two! I'm missing so much. It doesn't help that I hate my job and loath the company I work for. I am in an office alone all day so you can imagine how much I just gaze at charlotte's picture missing her.
I might be whining, but I miss my angel.