There is a problem when you move into a house with one key. An inherent problem. There is a problem when your child has one and only one security blanket. Again, an inherent problem. And, there’s a problem with daycare the first week. Not sure if it’s inherent, though likely it is, but, you know, kids have a problem adjusting.

Combine them and you’re totally screwed.

I know from experience.

Yes, I brought Hayes to his second day of daycare today… and he knew what was going on. He didn’t want to be there. He grabbed my legs, and hid. One kid even offered him a stuffed bear. Then when he started to head for the kid, I had a realization. I forgot his blanket. Yes, that blanket. I told the women at the daycare I was going to get it and be back. One picked up H and he started to scream and reach for me. I said bye, tried not to cry, and headed for the door.

Outside I had another realization. I have no keys for the house. The only keys are an hour away, with Jen, in Boston. I call her to let he know I need the keys. We have a discussion. I am getting dizzy I’m so stressed. She makes calls. There are no other keys, save for the one the previous owner has… and, oh, BTW, the are on vacation.

She calls a locksmith. They can get to the house in 45 minutes, which is 30 minutes after I’m expected at work. I make some calls, settle that, and wait for the locksmith. I shovel the walk, because, hey, why not? He gets there, tries to pick the lock for 15 minutes, then ends up drilling it out. We now have two keys. I get the blanket and head back to daycare. Fortunately H doesn’t notice me — I want so badly to see him, but realize it’s more selfish than in his best interest.

I get to work 1:30 minutes after I usually do.

Oh, and it’s our second wedding aniversary. Happy anniversary! I need some sleep. And beer.