Daycare Fail

Yesterday's traffic was AWFUL getting home, and I left work early!  My sister suggested it was due to the holiday weekend.

Holiday?

Oh, right.  If you consider Mother's Day a holiday. . .

As a new mom,  I'm not sure what my expectation is for this day.   The point of it is appreciation,  much like Valentine's Day, but why save up 364 days of it to express it on ONE arbitrarily decided Sunday?

Besides, my 3.5 month old mush-ball is way too young for this!   I suppose he shows "appreciation" by calming down in my arms, happy to be in a safe zone.  This is usually followed by emission of some bodily fluid.

Yesterday,  it was spit up.  It got on his shirt,  my shirt,  my arm and jeans.  I wiped up the glop.  Later in a daydream, I caught myself staring at that spot on my jeans now "clean" wondering if I could wear them again tomorrow. Spoiler alert!   I did. Hehehe.

I finally arrived at day care.  There were only two infants left in the room.  I felt like a terrible mother!  If you're not first, you're last?   There was a flat pink tissue paper wrapped present for me.  "From the infant room", read the card taped to it.

When we got home,  I opened it up and was touched by the sentiment.

And then,  the analysis started.  (I can't help it,  I'm sorry!!!)  The teachers did put in effort,  I don't doubt that.   The photo had a black backdrop,  and they put a knit blanket to hide the boppy.  Ethan's photo was NOT flattering at all.  I recognized his outfit.   Ugh!! It was the puffy-eye day, so nothing could be done save using a picture of him sleeping!  Then the footprints which are actually his  (again, red paint on toenails).  Then, poor grammar...yikes!

Regardless, I'm putting this away in a keepsake box because I find it amusing.