While I had to go into the office for meetings, Timmy spent some time "at school." He was most unhappy when he realized that I was going to be leaving him there. He ran to the door and peered out the window as I walked away. I was reassured by the teacher that he quickly calmed down and began to play. However, the fact that he was still standing by the door with his face pressed against the same window when I arrived to pick him up three hours later casts some doubt on her story. Even if he wasn't happy, I know that he was safe.
Today I am hoping to finish at least one project on my list. I have taken bites out of everything, but I know that I will feel better when I can fully cross an item off of my list. If I'm feeling better as the day progresses, I might even go for two. Of course, that all depends upon how much work my curious little Hamlet will allow. Some days he is content to play with his cars and planes while other times he is nonstop energy. I never really know which Timmy I am going to greet in the morning.