So here I am crying because we decided to quit day care. We need to get ready for our next move. By the end of this year. And because of my in between jobs status there’s not much space, financial wise.
It hit me in the face when B told me to tell the ladies at day care today. I just can’t and I think you are the one person who knows exactly what I mean. Right? How in the world did you do that?
I hate goodbyes and I feel guilty about forcing her to say goodbye to her best friends, her happy place and the lovely ladies who love her like she’s their own. And she didn’t ask for it. It was us who made this grown-up decision.
We don’t even have a house yet and maybe that’s the worst part. Pulling her away from her life, not knowing what’s up next. Despite where we live now. It’s small, dirty, on the third floor and i hate it so much that I never wanted to show you when you were still here. But it’s also the place she grew up since day three, made some serious wall art and where B and I have started our lives together.
B is all “we want this right? It’s gonna be ok” and I know it will. Next week, or month. But right now I feel sad. I need wine (it’s 10am). And retail therapy. Please tell me you did the same…
PS 1. I need to make a little book to show her our little house in Amsterdam, so she won’t forget.
PS 2. Find out what Madelon answered.