I dropped off the Beans this morning at day home with Yvonne. Shannon has gone back to work two weeks ago, and this week is a marathon week with her working Monday through Thursday. I am doing clinics this week. So this is an adjustment for the Beans, but I think mostly for Everett as he is older. Sierra is probably good after a few minutes (much like Everett had been when he was one year old).
Every morning, we are awoken some time after 6am with Sierra wailing. Our kids do not wake up happy. They want out of bed / crib right away. I think Everett then wakes up too. He tries to stay in bed a long as possible, rolling around in the covers, but frequently, he has been coming up with “excuses” to come get Shannon and I, sometimes even before Sierra wakes up. His excuses are (1) he has a runny nose, (2) he needs to pee, (3) he need to poo. Some how two nights ago, he managed to go pee first, and then half an hour later needed to go poo on separate occasions.
Aside from bathroom reasons, I would tell him to get back to bed, and if he complains or starts crying, then the door is closed which Everett hates. I would open the door and tell him to be a quiet Bean, which usually settles the case and he goes back under the covers.
Yesterday Everett was up at 5am. He stayed in his room, but didn’t fall back asleep until Sierra was awake at 6:45am. I got Sierra ready to go to day home, but Everett was still asleep. We decided not to wake him up and I was going to exercise on my bike until I had to go to work. Of course, Everett wakes up just as Shannon is about to leave. So I pick him up, get his clothes on and move him right into the car for day home.
“Am I too wowed?” he asked (he pronounces his L’s as W’s), trying to understand why he was going to day home. Everett wants to be with me or Shannon all the time, and from what I can tell hates going to day home. “Are you going to pick me up?” he asks in a resigned tone. Back in the day, he would tell me, “But I don’t want to go to day home!” Or as we approached the day home he would whimper “I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home…” Now he just asks who’s going to pick him up.
Today, I dropped him off and explained that mommy had to work, and daddy had to go work too. “Why?” I said I had to pay for his education. Yvonne takes Sierra away to the play room and Everett gives me a hug and a kiss. I stand to go, but Everett looks like he’s holding back tears, like I was going away to war or something and might not come back. I give him another hug and leave closing the door. He peeks around the curtains of the sidelight, standing there and watches me leave, and I feel horrible.
