School, school, school!

We call Kayla's daycare "school" because it is very structured. The daycare she used to go to was just awful. It was a nightmare. The kids just milled around all day. Her new daycare is just awesome. They do all kinds of different activities... Reading, counting, art, music, dance... It is great and Kayla loves it. Almost every morning when we pull into their parking lot, she starts bouncing up and down in her car seat shouting, "School, school, school!". She just loves it and it makes me so happy to know that she is happy.

I feel so guilty for leaving her. I get to spend about 3 hours a day of quality time with her each day from monday through friday. I hate the fact that strangers are shaping and molding my child. I hate that I can't be with her during this formative time.

Still, my boyfriend, Bruce, reminds me often that when I leave her and go to work, I am doing it for her. It is hard to remember that fact. The only thing that makes it tolerable is her attitude towards her "school". I thank God we found her such a great place to be all day.