The woman told me that it gets better, she promises. She told me that it took about 15 times before her children stopped throwing a fit and getting hysterical when she dropped them off at Kids World (gym's daycare facility). So goes the ongoing saga of the boys vs Kids World. I went to the gym this morning and of course, took the boys to Kids World. At this point, the sumo baby is a breeze. He's either sleeping and I leave him in his car seat or if he is up, I'll put him in the exersaucer or swing or jumperoo toy. But with the armadillo, he is hell-bent on giving his mama a terrible feeling of guilt as she walks out. This was how it was when I was preparing to leave. I told the armadillo that mama would be leaving and that I would be back soon. Oh as soon as the armadillo heard this the floodgates opened. "Nooooo" ... "Nooooo" ... the armadillo says as tears are streaming down his cherished face. I thought it was going to be easy as we walked back towards the toddler area. As we were walking back he noticed that the kids were outside. "Outside ... outside mama" the armadillo excitedly says. I'm thinking that this is going to be great. He's going to find a toy to ride and I can say my farewells and get a good workout. But that wasn't the plan. The armadillo found a toy to ride and as soon as I started my departure he started to cry. Where normally the staff would help me with this one, the two girls that were there didn't come to rescue me and to comfort that armadillo. That pissed me off a bit. One was just standing around doing nothing and here I am trying to leave without having to make a break for it and leaving the armadillo wailing by himself. I finally told them it would have been great if they could help but by this point the armadillo had no interest in staying outside so I decided to bring him in. They apologized but whatever. I forgot to get their names so that I could mentally label them as my "not so favorite" staff members. In taking the armadillo inside, I thought this might be a distraction since it was a different area. No such luck. The armadillo did not want to have anything to do with the toys or kids in this area. He kept begging me to pick him up and it took all my willpower not to. One of the girls in the area distracted the armadillo long enough so I could make my exit. As I was leaving a woman who had noticed that the armadillo was having a hard time with me leaving told me that the armadillo's crying was nothing compared to her children. She said they got panic-stricken. She said that she had to wait in the cafe area for the first 5 times because she knew the staff would come out to get her as her children could not be consoled. 15 times she told me ... it took that long for her children to adjust. She told me, "Don't worry ... there is a light at the end ... you may not think it now but it's there." I know she's right. The armadillo will adjust and I'll be able to leave without any problems. I hope it happens soon ... although it's only been the 4th time I've dropped off the armadillo I don't know if I'll make it to 15 ... if that happens I'll be the one crying.
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