Last week I went "back to work" (if you can call working one day a week "back to work") I am tutoring at a Home School Co-op. I am tutoring Alg. 1, Alg. 2, and Advanced Math. It is the perfect job for me right now. I only work 4.5 hours a week. I get to teach math and there is FREE daycare for my son. It all sounded so great to me until I had to drop off my Little King at the daycare.
The daycare is great. The people who run are good. That was not the problem. I was the problem. I did not want to leave my son for 4.5 hours. I had never left him with anyone for that long. As I drove closer and closer to work the more and more I got nervous, and sad. But I sucked it up and went to the nursery and dropped him off. He waved and said "bub-bye" to me as I walked out the door. I walked quickly to my room to set up for the first class (can you call 9 students a class?) I didn't look back, I knew if I did I would be right back in the nursery! So, I started to teach. Time went by pretty quickly as I got back into my teacher role. But, I was SO SO SO SO SO excited to go and pick up my Little King at the end of my teaching time. When I entered the nursery, I couldn't believe it. I don't know how it happened but...
My son had, some how, gotten cuter in the last 4.5 hours. I didn't think that was possible, but he was so ADORABLE! I just wanted to eat him up, kiss and snuggle him! So, I did! And he loved it!
When I told my friend, Joy this story she said: "I know what you mean, coming home to my kids is like coming home to a present every day! I am always so excited to see them!"
It is totally true what they say: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.