My little Mr. S starts day care tomorrow. We visited today, so it'll be fresh and familiar in the morning. I've been feeling sick to my stomach about it, but Seamus has been just fine. He's already made friends with a boy named Alex and a girl named Princess (no joke). He actually cried when we left today. He'll be going for six hours a day until I find a job. This was the only way to secure his position in this day care. I hate that I'll be home while someone else takes care of him, but I won't be twiddling my thumbs. At least this will give me more time to devote to job-searching, or if by some miracle someone wants to interview me, I won't have to wait for T to come home from school. Seamus loves other children, and I know he'll have fun this particular school. The teachers are amazing, and the children all seem so happy. This was not the case with another day care we looked at. I'm going to be a complete wreck tomorrow, however. I started crying when I packed his lunch tonight.
Still undecided about the Parsons job. With the economy in the state it's in, I'm thinking I should take whatever work I can find at this point. I have until tomorrow noon to make a decision.