It's yucky out

Which is how I'm going to explain why leaving L at day care this morning was so much harder than any day last week.

We got to day care, got her crib made for the week, handed off the milk... L was even out of her carseat, being held by the teacher, and I just froze. I couldn't leave. I just stood there staring at L, waiting for something. I don't know what. A cue that it was time for me to leave? An omen to allow me to scoop L back up and head home?

Well, I eventually pulled myself together, kissed L's forehead, and drove to the train station. And now I'm at work, still wishing I was in bed with L and Hubby instead. I'd even consider letting Girly up on the bed!