Stages of Leaving Your Little Human for the First Time...
Stage 1 😧: Total and irrational fear leading up for weeks.
Stage 2 😏: Not gonna lie, getting a little pumped to sleep in!
Stage 3 😭: Bawling like a baby on the way to the airport.
Stage 4 🤗: Holy $*#^, I can cuss to my heart’s content, feed myself without simultaneously hand feeding someone else, eat pizza in bed via room service while binge watching HGTV.
Stage 5 😎: I should have done this sooner!
Stage 6 😰: BAHHHH! Why oh why did I ever leave!? He won’t remember me! Then grow up to hate me! Then it will cost an arm and a leg in therapy bills saying how his mother abandoned him as a young child.
Stage 7 😍: I’m home! I’m going to cherish every little moment; we can take all the time you want walking to the park admiring the noises of the city, or stop to watch an ant crawl on the ground.
Stage 8 😴: Ok, this is taking too long… when is nap time??