Not Cool, Daddy. Not Cool.

Hubs and I knew that there would be an adjustment period when Baby Bean starting going to her new daycare, but I thought she would transition a bit better than she has this past week.

Tuesday evening when I went to pick up Baby Bean the gal who helped us get BB enrolled was standing right inside the door as I walked in. We smiled and said hello, and then she asked if I had talked to my husband yet. When I told her I had not, she told me about how when he had walked in holding BB to drop her off that morning the floor was wet, and my husband slipped and fell. When Hubs got home that night, he also told me about it.

Wednesday evening when I went to pick up Baby Bean, the gal asked me again if I had talked to my husband yet that day. I told her I had not, and she then told me that he had shut his finger in his truck door that morning. When Hubs got home he told me the whole story.

The past couple days BB has been really melancholy on the way to daycare. Hubs asked her what was wrong, and both days he asked she replied, "I miss mama." Then once they got to the school, BB started to throw screaming and crying fits because she didn't want to be left in this new school where she doesn't know anyone or anything. I don't blame her. I have a hard enough time transitioning in new jobs, and I'm not 2 years old.

So Wednesday morning, BB started crying the second Hubs turned off the truck. To keep from having to deal with the fit for long, he tried to hurry and get her out of the truck. In his rush, he did not get his finger clear of the door before it closed. He then jerked it free and tore off a giant chunk of skin. Needless to say, he was no longer in the mood to coddle BB. He took her into her class, sat her on a chair, and walked right out, telling her goodbye as he walked away to get ice for his poor finger.

Last night Hubs told me that it was my turn to drop BB off at daycare, and that I should be the one to do it for the rest of the week because: 1) the way his luck has been going he is afraid he will die next time he drops her off; 2) she is all sad in the morning because she misses me; and 3) he wanted to see if she handled it better when I dropped her off. I told him I would drop her off Thursday morning, but couldn't Friday morning because I have acupuncture in the exact opposite direction.

This morning as I drove BB to school, I made sure to keep talking to her to make sure she wasn't going to get upset. She did great until we turned down the street to her daycare, and then she started whining and saying she didn't want to go to school. I kept talking to her and telling her she would get used to it, and it was okay to not like it at first. Again, she did great until I opened the door to her classroom, and then all crying, screaming hell broke loose.

Every time I tried to tell her goodbye, she would cry louder and harder. She would grab onto me and try to jump up into my arms. I felt HORRIBLE! I wanted to cry with her. I felt so bad that she was so upset. Her teacher told me that she had been doing this all week, and that she expects BB would do it for another week or so before she gets comfortable enough there. She said usually when Hubs leaves, BB goes over to a couch in the corner and sits there for a few minutes until she calms down, and then when she is ready, she will come over and play with the other kids.

I finally managed to get out of the classroom, and stopped to watch my daughter on the monitors in the lobby. Sure enough, BB was sitting on the couch, quiet and sad. It broke my heart.

I got to work half an hour late and texted my husband to tell him not to ask me to do that again, and that dropping her off was HIS job. I just couldn't handle feeling so bad about taking my daughter to daycare.

Not cool, daddy. Not cool!