The Opposite of a Good Day

Oh, hey. How's it goin? Last week's radio silence was brought to you by The Last Week of Maternity Leave and the strong desire to do nothing but snurgle the baby and lay around in yoga pants. Oh,and then later in the week, an inability to inhale or exhale without horking up a lung. Yeah. Sick AGAIN with some kind of flu-like thing. wheeeeee.
In addition to my going back to work tomorrow, the boys also start a new daycare. This one has yoga for toddlers, music classes and nice caregivers and HOPEFULLY (fingers crossed) fewer little piranha children feasting on my older son. We'll see. I have high hopes. I think they're going to have a great time. I'll be the one over there huddled in the corner sobbing. I know, I know: toddler yoga. I've just never left a 10 week old baby at daycare before. Hopper was well over a year and a half before he went to formal daycare. Before that, it was always one of us or just one caregiver. Rowan can't even roll over yet and he's already going to spend his day with several other babies. Oh, I know they'll take good care of him. I just doubt he's going to spend naptime wrapped up in anyones arms with his fuzzy little noggin tucked up under a chin. Gulp. Crap, I'm not going to be able to get out of there without losing it, am I?
Right now, it's 3am and this is what I'm doing-tapping this out on one hand and staring at my little gnome's sleeping face. I have to be up in two hours to start the worst day of my year. Still sick , now sleep-deprived and missing my boys. Oh and now Mr. Bean is licking my foot. Even better. Here's hoping the next 12 to 14 hours fly by.