I don’t want to sound insensitive but if I wait for a break between mass murders and acts of terror to share this, it will become quite irrelevant.
In the end, I relied on my sister’s sage advice in my choice of daycare.
“Choose for yourself,” she said. “The baby will be happy in the place that makes you happy.”
She is absolutely right. Klara is a barometer of my emotional states and will stay that way until the first separation crisis at 3. You should see how happy she is at grocery stores if you have any doubts. Whatever I feel about a person, Klara enacts directly and loudly. I hope people don’t start catching up any time soon because it might be embarrassing.
The “solid” daycare happens to be located next to the cemetery. Which obviously puts me in a dark mood. So I chose the daycare that is located in the opposite direction.
If I don’t have a heart attack in the first 8 weeks, the rest will be easier.

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