Okay, you got me. The gig is up. This is a joke, right? Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny Ladies! So, where's the camera?........... What? This is for real? No kidding!
I can not believe that today I am experiencing a "first day". In fact, I intend to keep this blog post short because I am still waiting for the mushroom cloud of nuclear fall out to occur at any moment. The Universe just isn't this good to me - ever! And I certainly don't think I have put out enough good Karma to deserve a first day like this one. I am convinced that in the middle of typing this post I will have to toss the laptop, jump up off my butt and run to the scene of a sobbing, inconsolable toddler.
Today, new daycare boy started. This is the child of Bobble-head mom I posted about once before. In fact, I feel kind of guilty for my Bobble-head post as I am one very lucky provider today. This child came in to my home, mom followed my emailed instructions to a "T" and left after a quick good-bye. I stood there with this new little guy waiting in an anticipatory cringe stance for the wailing to start. And you know what? The wailing never came. Is there something wrong with this kid?
In fact, this child has been such a dream that at nap time - yes, dreaded, first day, first week and first month nap time - was also an event worthy of almost no mention at all. He laid down and cried and subsequently got off his mat. I quickly laid him back down prepared to lay him down yet another 500 times today. To my utter shock that was the first and only time I would have to lay him down. One hour has past and he is still asleep. How can this be?
Today is one of those rare days in the life of a daycare provider when you feel genuinely happy and berate yourself for ever having ill-thoughts about your job. You wonder how you could be so ungrateful. You realize that this job might be, for a mother, the best job in the world. It is the best of both worlds - income and home life - that one could ever have.
Ah, let's just hope the little gaffer keeps it up today. He is doing great and I thank him wholeheartedly for allowing my ear drums to remain pink and healthy and for my liver to do so as well. Perhaps tonight, instead of the bottle of Jack that is standing in waiting I will have my usual cup of coffee at 4:30pm instead. After all, Jack knows he is my true friend. And, like all true friends I will call on him when he is most needed. I am not foolish enough to think he'll sit full forever. Don't worry Jack, I'll call on you another day. But today, I am going to relish in the fact that the impossible IS possible.
Yes, today is a good day.
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