Our beloved Ms. Debbie is retiring in May. Kids, this throws a serious kink in things. I'm telling ya, just as you should automatically get a degree for being able to (successfully) schedule your college classes so you can actually get out of college in 4 years, you should also receive some sort of "prize" for being able to find suitable childcare (tho I guess finding the suitable childcare in the first place is really a prize).
I'm thrilled to death that some of you found success in daycares, but we couldn't take another day of the last and first thing we see when dropping/picking Conner up is him sitting on the floor and sobbing. Um no thanks. Plus a lot of these baby factories (what Adam calls them) usually aren't very flexible when it comes to part-time schedules. While it kills me to dole out hundreds of dollars a month for some other person to experience milestones with my kids, but I know they earn and deserve every bit of it.
Luckily, there seems to be a few things in the hopper* which will enable us to not need any more childcare in the near future, but I'm not holding my breath. (my knuckles are also raw for all the knocking on wood). Of course, right now I'm just interested in getting through this whole hellish debacle with some former employers.
I mean who wouldn't want to stay at home with this adorable face?
*a phrase that I often heard at my former job and hated. then i started thinking maybe I just hated it because of who said it, so to be fair, I tried to use it. Nope. Still hate it.