Yesterday was a day filled with annoying details, mostly pertaining to moving, but some pertaining to why my current project is not as straightforward as I'd hoped. Nothing devastating, but annoying and stressful all the same.
At the end of the day, I go to pick up Epsilon in the hopes that running around with a 2 year old will burn off all the excess stress, and clear my head for a couple hours of work after his bedtime. I talk to the day care provider, again, about how we will only be bringing Epsilon by for 3 days in June, and could we please know how much she would like to charge us for those 3 days. I go home, we cook dinner, we all run around some, and sit down to dinner.
So far so good. And then the phone rings, at 5:50 pm. It's Karen, the daycare provider. She's sorry, but she just got in touch with the moms that were going to join in June, and they all want to start on June 1, so she will not be able to take Epsilon at 8:30 am the next morning. No, she does not have a backup person she could send us to.
GRAAAAAAAHHHH! My partner and I spend the rest of the evening trying to make the next few days work. It occurs to us how this is a akin to a bad breakup. There's sadness (Epsilon really had made some friends at daycare he now doesn't get a chance to say goodbye to), there's anger (What the hell type of notice IS this?!) and the cherry on top is the need to go back to her house to pick up Epsilon's stuff.
I hope today goes better.
At the end of the day, I go to pick up Epsilon in the hopes that running around with a 2 year old will burn off all the excess stress, and clear my head for a couple hours of work after his bedtime. I talk to the day care provider, again, about how we will only be bringing Epsilon by for 3 days in June, and could we please know how much she would like to charge us for those 3 days. I go home, we cook dinner, we all run around some, and sit down to dinner.
So far so good. And then the phone rings, at 5:50 pm. It's Karen, the daycare provider. She's sorry, but she just got in touch with the moms that were going to join in June, and they all want to start on June 1, so she will not be able to take Epsilon at 8:30 am the next morning. No, she does not have a backup person she could send us to.
GRAAAAAAAHHHH! My partner and I spend the rest of the evening trying to make the next few days work. It occurs to us how this is a akin to a bad breakup. There's sadness (Epsilon really had made some friends at daycare he now doesn't get a chance to say goodbye to), there's anger (What the hell type of notice IS this?!) and the cherry on top is the need to go back to her house to pick up Epsilon's stuff.
I hope today goes better.
I feel your pain! My family went through a similar situation: our daycare "disappeared" one Tuesday in the middle of February without any previous notice...
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the moving!!!!