I told Rachel this morning that I was dropping Hannah off at the daycare for a few hours and she almost started crying. She has this fear that If I leave Hannah there, we will never get her back. She thought I should stay there with her. Eventually, Rachel acccepted that I was going to leave Hannah there and then she started worrying that I was going to be lonely here alone in the house. After thinking about it for a while, she said, “Well, Charlie (our dog) will be here to keep you in compy (company).” I laughed to myself imagining myself off with Charlie hiking in the hills.

And here I sit, alone in the house, debating whether I should call the day-care provider because as I was closing the door I heard Hannah crying behind me. Is she still crying? Should I call? Should I wait by the phone? What a complete dork I am.

So this is what I’m going to do. I’m going to call and the day-care lady is going to tell me that Hannah is playing happily. Then I’m going to get on the treadmill and shower. Then I’m going to make a dozen important phone calls.

And you’re not going to call me pitiful. Right?

Update: I called. She’s playing happily. Off to the treadmill.