After a morning of crying and screaming, I survived a day of Charlie at day care.
Charlie was smiles all day of course. The ladies at the day care can't speak a lick of English, but I am sure he is in a good place. When we found him this afternoon, he was peaceful and well fed. He is a good boy.
I scheduled my classes for next semester. It looks like I will be pushing on toward the counseling career.... or bartending. I can't decide sometimes. :)
