Little Wiggler

Yesterday was another tough day for me. It was Veronica’s first day at daycare. Now Veronica’s daycare consists of her and 2 other babies at a house 5 minutes away from ours, but still it was scary to leave my daughter in the hands of someone I don’t share a last name with. Even if those hands are capable and loving and will do just as good a job as I do. But even with all my tears and fears that my daughter would be covertly entered into the Turkmenistan baby black market during the six hours I was away from her, she managed to come home safe and sound. Apologies to Turkmenistan parents, but you aren’t getting this one.