Most days, there is the pitter patter of little fat feet.

Most days, a chubby baby yells at me from across the house for more milk.

Most days, someone is trying to get into the cereal boxes…and succeeds.

Most days, there is a mighty battle when nap time approaches.

Most days, there is a song or dance or some display of silliness.

Most days, there is a search for bear.

Most days, there is an owie or a boo boo to kiss.


Most days.

But not today. Today there is none of that because the Noodle has her first day of daycare and I am a sad, distracted mess of a mother.

The house is quiet.