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Upon further inspection yesterday, the day care provider proved to treat the children in her care in kind and developmentally appropriate ways. And the preponderance of evidence seems to be, despite her girth, that she does not, in fact, eat babies. So K is starting next week. V, the provider, clearly has years of experience with nervous parents because she offered to take K for an hour or so on Monday to let her and us get used to the experience. I hadn't thought we would need it, but we have a ton of running around to do on Monday (mostly to fill out paperwork for daycare) and the thought of not having to do it with a baby is enough to make me swoon. It may well be that even more fundamental than "Never wake a sleeping baby" is the adage: "Never turn down free babysitting from a qualified provider."

Of course, now is the time for my maternal nervousness and guilt to kick in. I know that 15 hours of daycare is hardly the end of the world and K has always been fine when we've left her before. But it's hard not to envision a leaving a miserable screaming baby who will be permanently scarred by being left and wind up growing up to be a serial killer. Or worse, an accountant.

In between those spasms of guilt, I cleverly interweave worry about being able to afford paying for this, that suddenly the fad for Naruto will die a quick and ignominious death and along with it my Ebay store and source of supplemental cash. I'm nothing if not a multitasker.

We leave tomorrow to go to Champaign for the weekend. There's a gaming con there longstrider goes to every year. Normally, I stay home because why should I travel 100 miles to spend the weekend alone when I can do it in the comfort of my own home? But I'm damned if I'm going to spend the weekend alone with the baby for the second time in less than a month, so if we all go, longstrider can come and pitch in between sessions and at night. I'll sees some of the Champaign gang as well. And I can go wander around Champaign, although that will mostly consist of visiting chain stores that aren't available here. I'm definitely planning on a visit to the tea shop, even if it will mostly consist of preventing K from grabbing things off the shelves.

Must go to bed, as my personal alarm clock (who wakes me up in the morning by grinning at me and grabbing my nose) will be up with a will for doing no matter what time I went to bed.