Monday, January 24, 2011

You Can't Make Me.



One of the items on my "to-do" list today was calling daycares. I mentioned this on my last post, and it STILL isn't done. Maybe it's because I'm a procrastinator.

Maybe it's because I love this little person SO MUCH already that I can't imagine leaving him/her with a stranger all day (even though that stranger might be a nice older lady with a gentle touch and a safe, clean home and fun toys and a soft crib and a lovely smile. And she smells like gingerbread.). (Yes, I will find her.)

Maybe it's because I started researching daycares online, and I teared up just looking at pictures of infant rooms.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid that we're going to have to plunk down some major cash to hold a spot at a daycare that we may not even send our baby to, when we are trying to replace Ben's car and pay doctor bills.

Maybe it's because our nursery looks like this...



...and I can only handle one major task at a time.

Maybe it's because I broke down crying talking to some AT&T representative today because he wouldn't help me close down an old email account that someone has hacked into. Emotionally, that phone conversation wiped me out. (Eventually, I broke the AT&T guy. Apparently, pregnancy hormones can work for good as well as evil.)

Whatever the reason, I just can't do it.

(sigh.)

HOLLA -

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Oh Missy! Your post made me feel sad, for some (hormonal) reason.

Good Luck to you, friend!

Sylvia

mhaskamp said...

I'm sorry this post made you sad, Sylvia! Finding a daycare makes me sad, too. :-) But, alas, it must be done!