Here's the great thing about daycare: you never - whoops, I mean ALWAYS - feel guilty setting your kid down in a room with that grouchy Miss Eva who kind of seems to hate kids and is really put out if your baby wants to sit on her lap for a few minutes. So instead you set your baby down by the toys and realize they are dirty and you don't want her to play with them. Then you try to sneak away while she isn't looking (because if you say "bye" she thinks she's going bye-bye with you). Then you're off to work, but you still don't feel guilty - I mean now you feel even worse - because you know it will be fine. I mean, you aren't missing out on anything because they fill out a sheet to let you know everything she did all day: what time she was changed and what was in her diaper each time, what time she napped and what she ate and drank. If you don't get a call during the day about any mishaps and she comes home without scratches or bite marks and her clothes are relatively clean, you know she had a great day. Sometimes when you pick her up, they even complain that her poop was a little runny from the apple juice you've asked them not to give her.
Yesterday was a particularly great day for Stella. I dropped her off as usual at 6:15 (6:30 according to her sheet). In addition to the routine diaper changes, she had breakfast, a snack, lunch, and another snack (I'll describe the menu in a moment because it deserves special mention), and napped from 12-2.
WAIT!!!!! How could she have eaten lunch at 11:00 and a snack at 1:00 while sleeping from 12-2? WAIT!!!!! How could she have done ANY of that if Danny surprised her and picked her up at 9:30 a.m.? I don't know if it could get any worse, but here's the kicker. In addition to "gravymeatballs", "mixveg", and apples, she also had "cearial" and "crakers". I ask you, what in the frick are cearial and crakers? And how can a "teacher" not know that you need a c before the k to soften that a? (Don't even get me started on teachers who don't know that an apostrophe does not make a word plural or don't know the difference between it's and its. Seriously, wouldn’t this be like a chef not knowing how to crack an egg?) I grant you that this is daycare, not higher education, but come on...sorry, tangent over.
The good news is that in just a few short months, Stella will be old enough to attend Alyssa’s school, where the teachers there already know and love her. And they know their grammar! I never, ever feel guilty leaving Alyssa there; in fact, I feel great about leaving her there every day. Summer is here and I think this will be the first time EVER that I am actually looking forward to fall, when I will be able to drop both my babies off and go to work feeling good, no great, about it.
Yesterday was a particularly great day for Stella. I dropped her off as usual at 6:15 (6:30 according to her sheet). In addition to the routine diaper changes, she had breakfast, a snack, lunch, and another snack (I'll describe the menu in a moment because it deserves special mention), and napped from 12-2.
WAIT!!!!! How could she have eaten lunch at 11:00 and a snack at 1:00 while sleeping from 12-2? WAIT!!!!! How could she have done ANY of that if Danny surprised her and picked her up at 9:30 a.m.? I don't know if it could get any worse, but here's the kicker. In addition to "gravymeatballs", "mixveg", and apples, she also had "cearial" and "crakers". I ask you, what in the frick are cearial and crakers? And how can a "teacher" not know that you need a c before the k to soften that a? (Don't even get me started on teachers who don't know that an apostrophe does not make a word plural or don't know the difference between it's and its. Seriously, wouldn’t this be like a chef not knowing how to crack an egg?) I grant you that this is daycare, not higher education, but come on...sorry, tangent over.
The good news is that in just a few short months, Stella will be old enough to attend Alyssa’s school, where the teachers there already know and love her. And they know their grammar! I never, ever feel guilty leaving Alyssa there; in fact, I feel great about leaving her there every day. Summer is here and I think this will be the first time EVER that I am actually looking forward to fall, when I will be able to drop both my babies off and go to work feeling good, no great, about it.
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Isn't it scary. You know, I was a preschool/daycare "teacher" in college. There really weren't any qualifications for the job. It was great for my roommates and I to have a place we worked to pay the bills. (We were in college though learning our proper grammar!) I always wonder what goes on when Emma is at school. I can't wait until she can give us an accurate accounting of the day.
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