Daycare starts today. Since it’s the very first day for this daycare, ever, Ingrid and I are hanging back to let the working folks through. Or, that’s my excuse. Really, though, this was also the start of moving back our waking time, and I’ve never woken Ingrid up before (well, getting out of the car sometimes, but never from her night sleep) and she was actually pretty cheerful about it. We had a sort of rough night, where she woke up at 2:30 to not nurse, but to just talk to me for 10 minutes. It was weird. I staggered in, latched her on, and she looked up at me, popped off and sat up  and just babbled for a while, I gave her her paci and put her in bed, and boom, she was out. Maybe she had a cool dream?

Anyway, waking up at 7 (oh, I know, I know… we’re trying to roll back to 6 eventually) means that the house is much colder than it is when we get out of bed around 8:15. I got her dressed and tried breakfast for the first time (for her) which sort of added to the confusion of her morning. She ate some, squealed at the kitty, smiled at her daddy, and was in a good mood. I just put her down for a nap, when I was done getting ready she looked pretty bleary-eyed, and I figured it was better to take a well-rested baby to her first day of daycare than an "I need a nap, yesterday!" baby.

I have everything in a big Bean bag, her two crib sheets, backup clothes, diapers, wipes, diaper cream, empty bottles, sippy cup, paci, fuzzy blanket, snowsuit, blah blah blaaaaaah… she’ll be fine. I *KNOW* she’ll be fine.

While she’s there, I have a list of errands to run (so much easier to swap out a ub of used syringes at the vet if Ingrid isn’t with me), I’m going to get my updated, COMPLETE, transcripts from the uni, make copies of all of my reference letters and test scores and certifications, and swing by the super’s office to get the subbing application. Honestly, if I could get 4 days of subbing while I look for a real job, that would be great. I’d be picking up Ing by 3, making enough to pay for childcare +extra, and not locked in to a job, but able to scope out the local schools. THere are 2 within walking distance (well, really, technically they are ALL within walking distance) but two just two blocks away. They don’t interview for subbing, you just have letters of reference, a 4year degree (in anything), and your fingerprinting certificate, which I have. (Not only do I have all that, I have it in hand — I was sure tracking down the paperwork would be a nightmare, since I was So Done with teaching when I finished in 2005, but no, I at least saw through the disillusionment to put all that stuff in a folder, and in a filing cabinet!) I’ll check in with the temp agency, go to target, probably, come home to pump (the big boondoggle with subbing is trying to figure out pumping, not necessarily even enough to keep Ingrid in 100% EBM, but just to take the edge off and maintain supply, and schools have very few private spaces) and then pick up Ingrid from her daycare.

I am confident about the center — my SIL actually saw it featured on the news, and said she immediately thought "that sounds like a place Gretchen would love!" (the montessori/reggia/attachment influences) and thought it was beautiful too.  It’s going to Be Fine. Lightening the mental load considerably would be word of A Job, though.

Oh, and? Dave and I drove through the Honda lot yesterday, and I loooooove the 07 CR-V, even after seeing it in person, so that’s on deck for…. next year. We just need to keep the outback going til then (and then that makes our goal of one-car-payment-at-a-time more doable, too, since Dave’s car will be paid off in a little over a year.) It’s pretty sweet, and I don’t like the older models for a few reasons, sort of more truck-like, and I really don’t like those rear mounted tires, which the older models have. And, 2007 Hondas have 3 sets of LATCH in the back, finally adding center LATCH, which pleases the car-seat nut in me to no end.

Alright. Daycare. Right.