But, onto what's really on my mind today: D-day. My first day back at work and Norah's first day at daycare. Of course, I took a few pics of her to commemorate her big day, but this one is the closest I could get to a smiley pic: She looks like she's either stoned or has gas. It's hard taking pics of babies, or at least it is with my camera which has a few second delay from when you press the button to when it actually snaps a pic, so she could be bright eyed smiles one second, but by the time I get an actual picture, she looks like this:
Right now, I'm feeling surprisingly calm about the afternoon's drop off at daycare, but I'm sure the waterworks are waiting until after I drop her off. At least I know Jerry is close by and he has ensured me that he will stop in and check on her this afternoon. And afterall, she'll be at DC less than 4 full hours. She'll be fine.
Whether or not I will be okay is yet to be decided. Thankfully, today and tomorrow are just "duty days" (heh, I said "duty"), so I don't actually teach class, which is good because if I need to cry, I can do it in the privacy of my office and pretend I'm crying about hashing out my syllabus.