J has gone away for a week.
He’s gone to a furniture show in the next state over, and won’t be back until Wednesday. Logically work decided to up my hours THIS week, something I’ve been begging them to do for months. I work 26 hours at the fast food place and a further 19 at the tattoo shop. Which means for 45 hours this week Lilly will be in daycare or with a sitter. Aside from being at school, since she started living with us she has been with one of us at all times.
This is going to really test her adjustment skills. She’s quite scared of being left alone, and to be honest I hate leaving her. She’s a little girl who has been through hell and as a result is quite frightened of strangers. Thank god the babysitter we have is our best friend who has known Lilly since she was born.
Daycare is a house full of complete strangers and kids she’s never met. I’m frightened to take her there in an hour. Poor little thing is putting on a very brave face, but she’s unusually quiet and reserved today.
TL;DR - fuck you, both my jobs.
