COMING BACK

Hey, it's been a while. Today's been my first day back at school, and I am so excited I can't sleep. It's always like that with me: when I suddenly get too much 'communication' time, I get excited and don't sleep well. But I like it SO much. Really, it's such a contrast: after staying home with the little one - all of a sudden, so many people to talk to, so many stories to tell and to hear!

But what about the little one, you'd ask? It was his first day in the new daycare today. I like Charlene. She is also working as a disk jokey on weekends. When he got back home today he was tired, but still he was babbling all kinds of new sound combinations, and I thought it's because of his new impressions of today. He did not nap well, of course, only 45 minutes. And when I came to pick him up I could see his glazed eyes - the sign he's SO tired! Charlene said he did not cry at all till the moment when the other boys' parents came to pick them up. After that he got so upset he'd only stay calm in her arms.

Oh, I know how bad it is - the first day! Back home, he found a new set of crayons - and got so excited he won't let me take them away. But I am strict about the bed time, especially if I can see he's tired, so I grabbed him and took him to his changing place. What a tantrum he threw! Gaka, gaka - was the only word I could hear from him (meaning 'crayons'), and he really cried, with tears, and sobbings, and all that kids' stuff. He won't listen to my solaces, that he could play with the crayons tomorrow. I tried to distract him, and we went to the window to watch cars in the street. He calmed down, and was happily pointing at the cars, but the moment I put him back in the crib, he remembered all about his 'gaka'. I left him alone till he cried himself to sleep. But he started crying again in about 45 minutes, and dragged me out of the bathroom. I took him in my arms, but he'd wriggle and cry. Then I put him back to his crib and patted him on the back. The minute I left the room he started crying again. Five minutes seemed like half an hour to me, and I could not stand it. So I went to him and started telling him a story in a wisper. Then another story. Then another. He calmed down, closed his eyes. I left the room, and then in a while I heard him again: this time it was just couple of sobs.

Uff!

My back is aching, I wonder whether it's because of the semi-high heels I wore today.

The writing seems to calm me down, so probably it's time for me to try to fall asleep once again... Night-night!
- posted by ET @ 12:31 AM