I haven’t written anything in over a week. Not that my life is so great & interesting, but it’s been crazy ’round here. Gabe started at a new day care two weeks ago, and it’s been hellacious. Since he started there he’s had a constant case of diarrhea & awful diaper rash. I’m one ticked off momma.
For a few days I really thought that his sour tummy & chapped behind was just a luck of the draw being that he was at a new place, with new kids, etc, etc. But now I’m definitely not thinking that. When he was at the other place he NEVER came home injured, sick, blistered, or (badly) bruised. Since he’s at this one, though, it’s been an everyday occurrence. It’s ridiculous & should never happen. I send eight diapers with him every day, because that’s about how many he should use while he’s there. Every day, I’ve gotten four back. And every day he’s come home blistered & covered in flecks of dried feces. Boy howdy, that’s some good child care I’m paying for! I’ve spoken to three different ladies (two of them are the directors AND owners) about this. Friday morning I spoke with a woman again and requested that they change him more often & that they keep him in the ointment that I provided. Not only did they not do that, but it didn’t seem that much, if any, ointment had been used. THREE TIMES I spoke with these women. THREE TIMES. That’s twice more than what I needed to do! I was fuming Friday evening, and so help me God whoever I speak with tomorrow might just come out of our conversation with a red ass, themselves.
I mean, this goes beyond lazy. You’re running a day care. You’re taking care of my child. I am PAYING YOU to handle my child the way I should think you’d want yours handled. DEAL WITH IT. But the thought occurred to me driving home while ranting at dad that surely Gabe’s not the first child to experience this bullshit. And yet the day care is pretty well packed. Am I the only parent who gives a rat’s ass that her kid comes back home in a condition that they were not sent in?? If I wanted Gabe to have constant diaper rash then I’d leave him in shit all day long! But guess what??? I DON’T!
I’m required to give a two weeks notice, and I’ll be doing that tomorrow. After that he’ll be going to daycare closer to my work & school… which really is more convenient anyway. Regardless, I’m not a happy momma. And really, who’d expect me to be? Evidently the master geniuses at this “child care” center.
Anyway. Last week was a long one, explosive diapers & red behinds aside. Long, bad week. Good-ish weekend. Friday Gabe went to spend the weekend with his dad & I went to see Casey & Robby. Casey made the mistake (or did she?) of making me rum & coke. I had three, after which I could not feel my face. Naturally, I did the adult thing & opted not to drive home & instead I fell face first onto her love seat, where I passed out until she made me get on the couch. I barely remember moving. I’m thrilled to say that there were no hangovers at the scene of the drink, although I did have to rush home & get dressed for my 11:00 eye appointment, which I made it back to town with five minutes to spare (woot!).
Tomorrow is the start of another week… surely it’ll beat last week by a mile & not be a complete suck fest. Fingers crossed, but just in case — beer’s in the cooler.