My husband and I often touch base on chat when we first arrive at our workstations. Here’s how that went this morning, when I got to campus after dropping Little Boy off at daycare:
Me: At school. Grumpy boy this morning.
Husband: No kidding.
Me: He was OK playing with stuff while I signed him in, but got very sad when I handed him to [Teacher A] outside.
Husband: I don’t know what’s up with him lately.
Me: Me neither.
Husband: Well, daycare’s problem for a while.
Me: Yes, thank goodness.
Me: “And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again!”*
Husband: Heck yes.
Me: I think it used to be more culturally acceptable to say that. Now we have to go through this act of how much we miss our kids when they start school.**
Husband: I’m going to channel Red Forman.
*For those who don’t immediately recognize it, this is a line from the carol “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.”
**To be fair, I did miss Little Boy when he started daycare. But that was one of the best things that’s ever happened for our mother-son relationship.