Today, as I dropped Jaxon off for his second day in his new day care, I expected a fight. After all, at his last day care he was crying before we got out of the car in the car park. Then he’d cling to me, making it almost impossible to carry him inside. And then he’d scream bloody murder that I was leaving him IN THIS HELL HOLE!

Today, he practically pushed me out the door. Go Mum. I’ve got this.

I tried very hard to make sure he understood. Mummy is leaving now Jaxon.

He wouldn’t even hug me. I had to beg for a hug.

And then, he looked at me as if to say…go Mum, you’re embarrassing me.

But Jaxon. I don’t think you quite understand me. I’m going now and I’m leaving you and you’ll be alone and scared in a new place and I wont be back for a very long time.

As I walk out the door Jaxon raises his eye brows at me. Roll’s his eyes and if he had the words they would have sounded much like this.

STOP CRYING MUM, You’re embarrassing me!