The bright side is that I got to be home with T nearly everyday for two years. I am so thankful for that. It was rougher some days than others but I am really glad for that time.
The downside is that that is coming to an end next week. It's so hard. I can't believe. Part of me just wants to curl up into a ball and cry. I would do just about anything to stay home with him longer. But I can't. Financially it is just not an option. Oh I Hate that!
I found a great care giver. She is hispanic and most of the kids in her care are african american. I took him today for a trial run (mostly for me). Cried as soon as I left (me not him). T had a good time today playing with his new friends. He told me "I did so much stuff. I had so much fun". I'm glad he did well but Yep-still hate it.