Wow. It's been forever since I've posted anything at all here, and even longer since I wrote about anything serious. It isn't that I haven't had anything to blog about, more that I just haven't had the time or energy to do it. I don't exactly have the time right now, but I am full of nervous, anxious energy. So here I am.
Tomorrow my baby turns 3, and I am sick to death. Not really sick, but full of anxiety because now, for the first time in his life, Max is full of anxiety. Don't get me wrong, he's had the typical level of separation anxiety when I first dropped him off at daycare a few times in the past, but he's always calmed down the second I left. But now he spends the majority of his days at daycare sobbing, "I want my mommy." I've talked with his teachers about it and his doctor. I've been assured that this is a phase and will pass with time. In the meantime, I might go nuts, and I can't stop worrying about my kid.
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