Drained!

I think I should have given myself a small break before taking on the job - too many transitions at one time equals recipe for disaster. Barely into my second week and I'm drained... poor planning on my part, but I'll just have to deal with it. As always, the eternal optimist in me is saying things are going to get better and I'm hanging on to it.

Keeping up with a super active baby, I guess, sucks life out of you faster than a vampire in serious need of a drink. Kayla moves around practically every second that she's awake. She's always trying to reach for something, ripping pages off her books, and yes, still learning desperately to crawl. When you pick her up, she tries to climb on you, pull your hair, and play with your lip before smacking your nose with her fat (and wet with saliva) fingers. Even when we try to put her to sleep now, she flips and turns and ends up on her belly - like a tortoise. I don't even know what I'm writing now...my thoughts are a jumbled mess and that means I should head to bed. But before I do, I want Kayla to know that despite all that, I'm not sending her back to daycare. Not yet.