TheWife has to go back to work shortly. She's been off for nearly a year, but had to go back a month early because of child care arrangements.
We're easing theboy into it. Today he had his first bout of childcare from a stranger (we've met the provider before - but everytime theNoo's been looked after by not us it's been pretty much thewife's mum I think).
TheWife has been panicking and feeling pretty sad at the idea of theboy entering into part week daycare. So she stayed for an hour when she dropped him off, then with a heavy heart left to do various things for a couple of hours while he acclimatised.
Then she went back to get him.
He didn't want to leave.
The little shit didn't miss us at all! He fully adapted to his circumstances by enjoying himself! Where's the damn tantys!? Instead, happy bouncing in a bouncy. I'd call him a bastard except we're married.
Apparently it's not uncommon in younger kids. When he gets to 12 months + he may suddenly develop some angst at being left in care.
Poor TheWife. That would have sucked!