My day care has a camera. I peek at it every now and then. And by ‘peek at it’, I actually leave the window open on my screen.
It’s I’m crazy.
BUT, because of this opportunity for me to be voyeuristic, I get to see him doing stuff like this:
Yep. Those are socks on his hands up by his head. The kid is a napping rockstar (when he isn’t itchy).
Though it’s mainly a good thing, I can’t help but get upset at times when I peek and see that he’s been attacking his head for a good 3 minutes before someone gets to him. I realize that watching four babies at once is near impossible, at least in my mind, but I hate picking him up to see him in spitup-soaked onesies and new battle wounds.
I’m sure over time, I’ll get used to it. I chose to be a working mom and I chose to leave him in the care of these other women whom I don’t personally know. It’s definitely an internal dialogue of ‘what’s best’ versus ‘what’s practical’.