Little MPB’s first official full day at daycare was March 6. Since then, every single day, Mr. MPB has dropped Little MPB off.
Well, today that changed.
Friday was my very first time dropping Little MPB off at daycare by myself.
I fully acknowledge that it’s taken me over 2 months before I was willing/ready/required to drop him off myself. Mom fail? Maybe, but I’m totally okay with this mom fail. The thought of leaving my crying child just breaks my heart. I knew I couldn’t do it, and thankfully Mr. MPB was able to.
But I do need to admit that there was a condition with my first daycare drop-off: if Little MPB cries, I’m never doing it again as per the above mentioned crying child problem.
I’m told, by Mr. MPB, that there hasn’t been drop-off tears since the first week and Little MPB became more accustomed to his new routine. But I just haven’t been willing to do it myself, because what-if he responds differently when I drop him off?
Thankfully, there were no tears this morning. I gave him a hug, set him down and he promptly walked towards his friends. He looked back at me with sad little eyes, but before he could get upset one of the teachers started playing with him. I said bye-bye and headed out the door.
I’d say it went rather well. He didn’t cry. And, I didn’t even cry when I got back to my car to drive away.
But, honestly, I have no plans to make this drop-off a regular occurrence. Mr. MPB often drives past the daycare in the morning, so it makes sense for him to do the drop-offs. But, at least now I know I can handle it when I have to.
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I did it. The project has been submitted!!
I’m done…for now. You see, the crazy project has a second stage that will come up in the next few months. But the second stage will be much more normal. As in it will just fit in with my day-to-day work and not take a bazillion hours to complete. (Anyways, I digress).
So yesterday I celebrated in my own little way. I sent a total of 2 work related emails and then I took the remainder of the day off from my computer. Instead I:
Mowed the lawn (we are no longer that house on the street).- Went shopping and finally used up a $250 gift card from Christmas. I purchased absolutely nothing for Little MPB or Mr. MPB, which is rather rare. Instead, I spent every single penny on me.
- Got a pedicure.
- Went for an early evening walk in the park with Mr. MPB, Little MPB and Dog MPB.
Truthfully, it was delightful. It was exactly what I needed.
The only unfortunate thing that happened yesterday is that I finally admitted to myself that I have an ulcer again. This will be the fourth one in my life, 2 of my 3 previous ones have seen me lose significant weight in a short period of time due to the intense pain associated with eating most food. I’ve been struggling for about a week, but yesterday the specific ulcer pain was undeniable. So, now I’m just desperately hoping I caught it early enough to avoid a 4-6 week illness/recovery. But, truthfully, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I’m at the point where eating anything except bread is causing significant pain (bread still doesn’t feel good, but it’s a whole heck of a lot better then anything else). Which means I am now living off water, bread, gaviscon and expired prescription medicine (I figure it’s better then nothing at the moment).
So, today I’m back to work and off to the doctor to get a new prescription.
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