Not a fun morning

This morning was my first day dropping the Little Man off at his new daycare because Mr. F starts orientation. It was stressful worrying about getting everything together...packing 3 lunches, getting us out the door in one piece and praying I'd get a parking spot at the train station. Yet, the worst part of this morning BY FAR was leaving the little guy. He clung to me and cried like crazy. He hardly ever cries and is usually really happy. But this morning, my heart broke. I could hear his screams outside of his classroom with the door closed. I feel sick to my stomach and I'm going to call daycare now to make sure he's ok. :(