It never gets easier

We've made a couple significant changes in childcare over the past few months, and I am here to tell you that it just never gets any easier. Tomorrow I will leave my children in the care of someone new, someone who doesn't know them, and someone who will have complete responsibility for them while I am away. It just doesn't get any easier. I am nervous. I imagine Ci and Cael would be too if they were old enough to know exactly what is going to transpire in 12 short hours.

I am grateful that tomorrow is a short day, so they will only be in someone else's care for five hours. Will the kids cry? Will they torture the poor woman to the point of her throwing up her hands in desperation and not allowing them to return the next day? You may laugh, but it remains a distinct possibility.

As many times as I have done this before, I know it is necessary - a parental requirement - that I keep my nerves in check so the kids can be as calm as possible. So that is my task for what remains of my evening...to dispell any fears (hopefully unfounded) that I may be harbouring and find my zen.