The hubby and I share drop-off and pick-up duties for the ball-of-fire two-year old. It is a good compromise, we have different strengths in the morning (he can function, I prefer not to) so it's better for him to go in early.
But the stress of the preschool drop off has never gotten better for me. If he crys, even a little, or wants me to pick him up, I can't take it. I don't have the tenacity to open the door, roll him in and head out.
On the other hand, everytime he cries, I absolutely want to quit my job. I even went so far as to inquire about part-time positions at his preschool. For fuck sake, that is sheer desperation. Can you imagine? I shudder at the thought.
This morning was the worst. He cried and hung on my leg and I had to let his preschool teacher pry him off.
I know I've bitched about this before, but for crying out loud, when does the mommy guilt go away? And would someone please hire me part-time so I can stay at home and color during the week. I cannot take the stress.
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