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SAHM I am, (not anymore). If you’re another bloggy mommy reading this post you’ll know exactly what I’m writing about when I reference SAHM, and if you’re just some random person, friend or family member you may be wondering WTH? (And for that matter now may be wondering about WTH, too?) Well, even the bloggy mommy’s might not be familiar with that one. Basically it’s my G Rated version of the more profane MSN lingo – buy my WTH simply means “what the heck”. And SAHM? Stay at Home Mom.

So yes, WTH!  I was officially back to work last week, and my maternity vacation leave with Niko officially ended. How, I wonder? How did this happen? Well, that’s life for you. One day simply falls after another and before you know it a whole year has gone by and here I am back to battling rush hour and trying to get to work on time. Back to primping myself in the early morning: goodbye, lazy pajama mornings, au revoir bloggy mornings, and adios to my constant one on one time with the little monkey that has grown closer and closer to my heart by the day hour minute  – aka Niko. *Sniff sniff.*

Alas, such is life. And really we are SO lucky in Canada to have a whole year off, to bond and ease ourselves into this crazy world of parenting. I mean my sister-in-law had to go back to work after only three months, and that was longer than most people get in the States.  Usually it’s something like six weeks or basically the time it takes to blink in that first rush of bringing home the new baby.  So, I’m not complaining. I know I’ve been very lucky to have shared all this time with my little tyke. So lucky. So many memories. Wow, what a great year it’s been. And now, a new chapter begins. Niko’s new life in daycare. My life as a WOTHM: but there has to be a better acronym than that.  Yes, now I’m a working outside the house mom, not just a working mom (WM), because isn’t that what I’ve been doing all of last year anyway? Yup, now I’m a mom that faces the traffic, packs her babe up in the morning and rushes out the door to the real world, or at least the world that is my current reality.


There’s something to be said for planning ahead and preparing the night before. Thank goodness I’m a “live and learn” kind of gal, so when I didn’t plan ahead and didn’t prepare the night before I just thought to myself, “Well next time I’ll know”. I mean I had good intentions; I had planned to pack Niko’s daycare bag and prepare his lunch in the evening, but by the time I got around to having the time to do it, I was too tired and let’s just face it, watching TV was a much more appealing option.

Anyway, as I was scrambling around this morning and cursing myself for not preparing beforehand, I couldn’t help but take a moment between the coffee brewing, scooting the dog out to do his business, feeding Niko (thank goodness he’s getting more comfortable with finger foods these days), etc. etc., to reflect on how this was my little man’s first full day at daycare. Wow. A whole day without Mommy. A whole day without Daddy. Just him on his own with Sherri and his daycare buds. It was then, when I looked down at my pants and noticed a splotch of yogurt right on my crotch, that I burst out of my reverie and thought, “Oh yes, this is going to be a great day.” At that point I didn’t even have the mental capacity to contemplate another outfit, much less have time to go change into one. So it was off to the Board office with a yogurt stained attire. But I don’t think anyone even noticed, except for my colleagues who I had previously relayed the story to.

So, lesson learned: getting ready for work is now a whole new production. It’s not just little old me that needs to prepare herself, but I’ve also got to plan for, feed, dress and supply the little guy with enough goodies to get him through the day. One good thing is, I was so busy today that I barely had time to think about Niko. It was only at lunch when I checked my cell and had no messages that I took it as a good sign: things must be going at least OK. I mean if there was an emergency she would call, right? So, no messages. Yes, that’s a good thing.

By the time I got around to picking Niko up, after I’d faced my battle with the daily grind of rush hour, I was greeted with a smile that warmed my heart. He came right into my arms and I just loved that moment. When I got there, all the kids and Sherri were out back and Niko was swinging in a tiny swing, sporting his new shoes, with his chin and hands speckled with telltale signs of bits of sand. But who can blame the guy? I mean it’s just so tasty looking, right? Anyway, it was great to see him again. He survived. I survived. And ultimately this change is going to be good for both of us (at least that’s what I keep telling myself). And, tomorrow’s another day, and hopefully not one where I have to walk around with yogurt on my pants.


Babies sure know how to lay it on thick. When I dropped Niko off today, and passed him over to Sherri, his daycare provider, he started crying, pouting and generally did a great job at looking quite upset. Then Sherri’s little guy, joined in the chorus: fun, crying babes in tandem. All the while I was trying to speak over the tears and tell her what was in Niko’s daycare bag, at the same time trying to quell my urge to take Niko back and calm him myself. I mean, I’m the one who helps put an end to his tears. It’s my arms where he finds comfort. And it was difficult to see him go with someone else as I left the house, got in to my car and drove away.

Anyway, despite the tearful start, he had a good afternoon. And all in all an hour here and a half day there, is a good way to ease me (and Niko) into this whole world of daycare. I need to come to terms with the fact that it won’t be me always soothing him. And as my hairdresser said, “He will love it there. He’ll meet some friends and be doing way more activities then he would be if he was just home alone with you all the time”. Harsh, but I see the truth there. This will be good for him. This will be good for me. A little independence for both of us.


Niko went for his first visit at daycare today and all reports came back positive. You never know for sure how your baby will react when being left alone in a new environment. Well, I guess he wasn’t alone exactly, seeing as he was with Sherri, his daycare provider and three other little boys. Yup, it’s all boys, except for one girl who comes in the afternoons.

So Niko did well. And more importantly, I did well. I had an appointment to get to, and it was easier to go solo rather than with the little guy in tow. Plus I even had time to fill my car with gas and run it through the car wash, as well as grab a breakfast sandwich to go from Tim Horton’s. I’m still in awe at what I can accomplish in an hour, when left solely to my own devices. Anyway, all went well. It’s reassuring. And tomorrow will be even more of a test because I’m dropping him off for a whole half day as I have plans to meet up with my colleagues to roughly plan out our teaching year. How did this day roll around already?

Yes, the countdown is on to go back to work. Well, I’m not really counting down, but I know “back to work” is looming closer and closer by the day. Bye bye mat. leave. It’s been fun a blast. Hello reality.


The hunt is on. I am now fully engaged in the process of looking for daycare for this coming September. (Although I try to comfort myself by remembering that I still do have a full quarter of my mat. leave left. That’s a lot, right? Right. Right?!) Anyway, now that we know where we’ll be living this Fall, I’ve started looking for a daycare provider in that area. But there’s something about leaving my helpless little babe (OK, by then he’ll pretty much be a toddler, but still…) who can’t talk and tell me if something’s wrong, with a complete stranger for half his life, that just doesn’t bode well with me. Yikes! I guess this is just the way the system works: it’s a little unnerving. I mean, I’m sure most caregivers are perfectly fine, but it’s the horror stories that float through my head. Maybe I need to reprogram that tape, and remind myself that he will have fun there and probably make some friends. The socializing will be good for him… It’s OK Mommy, it’s OK.  Really, I’ve been fortunate to have a full year off with him, as I know in the States this is not the case: sometimes it’s just a few weeks and at best a few months. But still, this does not make the process any easier for me.

So, we’ve got three appointments lined up this week and I’m hoping that one of them will pan out. One thing’s for sure, I am not settling for daycare. If for whatever reason I don’t get a good feel from any of these places, I will not be sending my little monkey there and the search will have to continue. Ideally I want to find a caregiver that I am happy with and that Niko is happy with. We want him to be stimulated, well cared for, to bond with this person and I want to be able to trust her completely. Is this possible? I sure hope so.

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They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and leaving town for the last day and a half showed me the truth in these words. As I drove closer and closer to Ottawa today, I became increasingly excited about reuniting with the Little Niko Man. When I finally got home he was finishing up his lunch, and greeted me with huge smiles that kept showing off his two front teeth, (and warming my heart)! Can you say adorable?! Because it was! It was so great to see him, and of course Borys too.

Before arriving I called Borys and our convo went something like this:

Borys: Daddy Daycare, how can I help you? (Note: We have call display.)

Me: Hahaha. So, how’s it going?

B: Well I have a new found appreciation for what you do all day.

Me: What do you mean?

B: Well, it’s busy. There’s always stuff to do, and it’s a lot of work to take care of this little misfit. (Note: He didn’t actually say misfit, but I’m entitled to creative liberties. This is my blog, after all)

Me (with a smile, and an appreciative air of vindication): Yes it does. It certainly does.

I know I was only away a short time, but Niko looks different somehow: older or bigger or something. Maybe it has to do with the coif he received at Daddy Daycare: Borys sort of parted his hair and combed it over to the side. But whether it’s the hair or something else, there is something different. Even Borys had to agree and said, “Yeah, he looks like he’s about twenty-one now.”

Milestone today: Niko rolled over for the first time from back to front. He’s been rolling from his stomach to back for quite some time, but this particular maneuver took a little longer.

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So today Andrew headed off to start his month long stay with Ola and Bruce in Florida, and Niko and I happily volunteered to be his chauffeur to the airport.  Happily volunteered to drive him, but not so happy to be navigating the streets at 8:30 am and trying to get through the morning rush of cars. I had sort of forgotten about (or maybe blocked out?) morning rush hour seeing as I have been enjoying slow starts to my mornings for the past four months. I mean my mornings usually go something like this: hear Niko cry, feed him, change his diaper, drink coffee, check email, hang out with Niko, drink more coffee, blog, lie Niko down for a nap, check email, blog, etc. This morning our morning went more like this: hear Niko cry, feed him, change his diaper, hear alarm go off, get up for good, drink coffee, deck Niko out in winter gear and strap him in the car seat, hit the roads, pass cars, signal left, signal right, brake for the yellow?, YES! etc.

As I was making my way through the morning rush, I couldn’t help but think that this is what it will be like next September when I go back to work, except for instead of returning home after being out the streets I will be dropping my one year old off at someone’s house (whose? I still don’t know, but that is another story) and heading off to make some moula. Then to turn around and do the exact same thing the following day, and so on…geesh. As I think about this, I still wonder where my “million dollar idea” is and just hope I think of it before September comes… 🙂


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