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Ready or not...

My husband seems to think that now is the time that I could start thinking about putting baby in day-care part-time, maybe a couple of days a week so I could get a break to do my own thing. I know our budget hasn't changed, so I suspect it's because he is feeling guilty that he's been spending all his free time and then some studying for a professional certification. Regardless, I now have an opportunity from the holder of the purse-strings to launch a search into appropriate facilities for our 2nd prince.

That's been on my to-do list for about 3 weeks at least I think, but it just hasn't gotten done. In fact, if memory serves, it's never been top priority. Part of me is excited about the prospect, but then I think, 'I quit my job to be with him and you want me to hand him over to some stranger? I don't think so.' Fact of the matter is that I'm not ready for someone else to be the recipient of Liam's smiles, silliness, gibberish and excitement. His Papa and brother I'll allow.

There is also another factor, and perhaps I shouldn't admit this, but a part of me wonders if baby is in day-care, will I be expected to actually do something during the day? Like..make progress on things? Be productive? Yikes! That freaks out my good friends laziness and procrastination...

My husband's exam is 12/6, so maybe the offer will disappear after that, but really this baby in day-care business....I'm just not ready.

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