We've been looking at a few day cares around. I'm thinking to go back to work (I've discovered that I miss being me - don't look at me that way). I'm in a quandary: the ones that I want to send my kid to have waiting lists, and the ones without waiting lists are places I don't want to take my kid to. A waiting list wouldn't be such a big deal if it weren't for the fact that I don't have a job lined up. This leaves me in a funky spot, because I can't afford to have him in daycare until I find a job, but I have to have him on a waiting list to be able to get him in ever. Sadness and woe. Anyone want to help me bridge the gap between starting a job and getting him into one of the good day cares?
In touring the various day cares, my precious little darling managed to catch a virus of some sort. I have a snotty, rashy, coughing, sad little piti-toddler. Sadness and woe for all of us. He's leaving slug trails all over the place, and most notably on the front of my shirts. I love being Mommy-Kleenex. That should be a t-shirt design. You wear it only when your baby is sick. Kind of like this:
|This isn't a t-shirt! It's the ultimate in portable facial tissues for your kid!!!|
This week I officially stop calling him a baby. He doesn't look like a baby, he doesn't act like a baby, and he's huge. He climbs into and out of his toy box. He climbs up the side of his toy box and over the arm of the couch. He's almost figured out how to climb out of his pack n play, and GF and I acknowledge that his crib cannot possibly be far behind. We've actually started talking about kid proofing his room and installing his (just purchased) toddler rail on his bed. Sadness and woe. Maybe we'll have another one - once he learns to blow his nose.
Lastly, I can't knit - I have tendonitis in my left wrist and it needs some time off, and it's making me cranky. Sadness and woe.