Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Saturday, Mar. 15, 2008 - 10:28 p.m.
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Do you Care for Daycare?
Well, I am still happy with the "new Diaryland" look. yay!
The funny thing is it is the same color as my bathroom walls pretty much.
Exciting news that I was all ambivalent about at first: I have been offered a spot in a great daycare for the kiddo. Everyone has been asking me about daycare for months now. What do you mean you aren't on the waiting lists for the past four years? What do you mean you haven't put him down on the waiting lists of at least 30 different daycares? What do you mean he doesn't go to daycare?
You'd think that he was being kept in a dark cellar or something. It is really weird here in Quebec... pretty much every kid goes to daycare now. The few who don't either have rich parents where the mom stays home (rare, since even rich moms like to send off their wee ones), traditional parents where the mom stays home, or really nontraditional parents, where the parents are into homeschooling, or selfemployed, artsy or work evenings and weekends (so the average 7am to 6pm weekdays daycare wouldn't help much). Every other child is shlepped off every morning to get "socialised" or something, from the age of 9mos or so. egads.
Anyways, after trying to get pregnant for years, and then spending more years, huge paperwork and homestudy hassles, and thousands of dollars to adopt from China, it seems weird to send him off every day... so I am kind of the "dress him for his day, pick him up for supper and bed" person in his life. And someone else raises him. While I pay for the adoption and spend my days alone. yuck.
So, I have been really lazy about applying for daycares. I only put his name on TWO lists! hehe. And hoped they didn't call. But one did. The good one only three or four blocks from home. And they called precisely when I said I'd be looking into daycares: ie midMarch when my parental leave was up. AND they offered me two days a week... AND those two days are Thursday and Friday. This is great, since if I have work due on Friday, my rush day is Thursday. And if I have work due on Monday, my rush day is Thurs (for the work) and Friday (to send off Fedex).
AAAAND, they said that though they open at 7am, he just needs to be there before 10am. I can even manage that! We can get out of the house 9:30ish, with the dog, and combine getting him to daycare with dogwalkies, as that is our normal dogwalkies time. So no rushing in the mornings. yay! And I can pick him up when I am going dogwalkies in the late afternoon before supper. And I can get my work done, but also go downtown and buy large unwieldy items (like 30" x 40" illustration board), that are REALLY hard to carry home on a bus if you are pushing a stroller!
I have only had someone come into the house twice while I was here working, and three times in the evening when I went out, in the past 6 months, and other than that he has been with me consistently all the time. Cuz I don't have a partner who will stay home while I run to park the car, or get milk at the store etc. And I don't have a mom, or sisterinlaw or friend who will take him for an hour or an afternoon, or anything. Just me. and me. and me. and me.
So the idea that he will be gone and I will be childfree from 10am to 4:30pm two days a week is really bizarre, but frankly, not so unwelcome. I think it might destress me a bit to actually get to walk at adult speed without pushing a stroller or pulling a sled or carrying a child once or twice a week. Or maybe even go to the gym!!
Oh the possibilities! I could get a massage! A pedicure! have an AFFAIR!! haha!!
No, really, it is a good thing.
Oh, and since this is Qu�bec? It is subsidised daycare. $7 a day. YES. $7 for the DAY!! sheesh. shiver me timbers!
OK, that is the big news for the day.
And the great thing is he will still be MINE MINE ALL MINE all the other 5 days a week, and those mornings and evenings too.
nite nite
me
wenchie
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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