Stream of Worriness

Today was Olivia's first day at her new babysitters house. Olivia was fine. I was a bit of a basket case. Only because of the AM kindergarten thing. See, my grand scheme was this: Olivia would be in PM kindergarten, as every one of my other kids have been. That way she gets to sleep in and have one more relaxing year before the demands of real life and early morning set in. And I get a few hours in the afternoon to myself, which for whatever reason, always seem to last longer and be more productive than a few hours in the morning. And on the days I work, then she could go to a baby sitter in the morning, then get dropped off for kindergarten in the afternoon, then come home with Audrey after school. It would have worked beautifully. But then reality intervened, and the school put her in AM kindergarten. I was going to change her to PM, but every other kid in our ward was going to AM, and I just decided to buck up and run with the crowd. So now, she goes to school in the mornings with Audrey, then I had to find somebody to pick her up in the afternoons, then Duncan gets her from the sitter when he gets home from school. Which in theory works fine. Except for my paranoid mommy worry, where I fear that the baby sitter will forget to pick her up after kindergarten. Because if she was in AM kindergarten, and babysitter was dropping her off in the afternoon, there is much less chance that babysitter will forget, and if she does forget, no big deal. Olivia just hangs out at babysitters house. But with AM kindergarten, I have to rely on babysitter to remember to pick her up at 11:30. Which is made worse by the fact that it is only two days a week. If it was every day, it would be more of a routine. I have terrible images of nobody coming for her, and her being stranded in front of the school and all by herself and not knowing what to do. So for the next nine months, two days a week, I will be sitting at work at 11:30, sweating and fretting about her getting picked up. Never mind that the kindergarten teacher stays with the kids until they all get picked up. Never mind that if for some reason a kid doesn't get picked up, the teacher takes them to the office and gets on the phone to track down the delinquent picker uppers. Never mind that even if she did get left there one day, she would definitely not be the first kindergartner to have to wait at school. Never mind that the babysitter came with very good references of being dependable and reliable, and I should really just learn to let go and trust somebody for once in my life. I am bound and determined to worry my head off about something, and for the next little while, this is going to be my chief worry. I mean, somebody has to worry about her, right? Isn't that a mom's job?