Drop offs

I don't know if I can take my kids to daycare anymore.(By this I mean Beau may need to do both legs) Al is now screaming "mommy" and crying and clinging to me when I drop him off at Joan's. I am not used to this because up until last week he couldn't have cared less when I left. Now Joan has to peel him from my arms and hold him back from running out the door. It just breaks my heart. I remember feeling that way as a kid when my mom dropped me off and always wishing my mom was a stay-at-home mom. I appreciate it as an adult and of course harbor no ill feelings towards her now, but I don't want Al to feel the way I did when I was little. Sweet Hope just sits there and smiles in her car seat. She is secretly thinking, "Buck up Al". ;)