This morning, in just a little while, I will be dropping Miles off with a baby-sitter for the entire day, while I head off to work. And I am a mess about it.
Work is going to be stressful today and tomorrow, and given that Miles tends to pick up on that, I chose to leave him with Amy today, and with Aunt Ninell tomorrow. It's two days. It's only two stinking days.
And yet, I am a mess. I keep worrying over how he'll handle it. How it will feel to drive away from him. How much worse it will be if he's upset. How I'll spend the whole day wondering if he's eating, if he's napping well, if he's happy.
It's going to be a loooong day.