rough morning

The girls did something this morning that they haven't done for almost a year...OK maybe more like 9 months ago when the separation anxiety stage was in full swing.... it started with Klaire wanting to bring her "carry item" the thing she decided she's going to carry with her all day, and it's usually different every day--into daycare. Today it's a little ball with a chime in it, off of some who knows what toy-yesterday it was 2 plastic donuts out of their kitchen set, who knows!?!? I talked her into leaving it in the car, just like we talk Grace into leaving her "big blankie" and taking the small one in instead (I hate to think of all the germs that get trapped in her blankie at daycare, and good luck washing it every night!). Well apparently I didn't convince her this was a good enough idea and she got very sad about it just as I was saying bye bye. I mean HUGE tears. She looked so sad, but come on people she had teddy, and she really does not want to lose this ball there! So then Grace had to join in and remember that she wanted her big blankie, and hang on my leg and scream her head off. SO I've got both of them sobbing, clinging to me, asking for things that are in the car and really I could give in...but I didn't. Thank goodness the staff there is wonderful and the girls know them well (it's always the same two ladies in the morning, one fun young one and one Grandma type). They tell me "stay strong, don't give in!...they will calm down as soon as you leave." Yah too bad I could hear them screaming as I got in my car:( This post is going to be labeled under mommy guilt, for sure. Times 2.