Ok, today... well today just sucked.
I completely need to be asleep. It's nearly midnight and I absolutely have to go to work tomorrow.
I feel like suing that asshole daycare for making me have to take the ENTIRE day off figuring out new care arrangements.
It was Africa hot today. Hot as fucking Africa, and I was running around touring new schools.
I saw 3 of them. I picked one, but I still wasn't thrilled. I hope this doesn't suck too bad.
The first school. A "christian" academy. Decent rate, but they wanted an extra $150 for supplies, books and registration. I'm like.... she's fucking three years old. Give her a crayon and let her paint. No, mostly the room she would be in had 32 kids. Fucking 32 children to 2 teachers. I babysit 2 three year olds and it's stressful as hell. It smelled like barf or dogfood, I couldn't decide. The woman had a very loud voice. The kids were eating hot dogs and chips. Nutrition at its finest. No wonder there are so many fat kids. The kids were finishing lunch/going to the potty (and not washing hands I noticed)/then laying down to take a nap.
The teacher was "talking" to them. "Sara, lay down please. Thank you." She was like a drill instructor. Then she turned on the "quiet" music. I said... "that's just way too loud." She turned it down. It was louder than the music I play on my stereo at home. This is what they were supposed to go to sleep to. I don't think she noticed how loud it was. The 2nd teacher rushed past me and said "I'm bleeding," and ran out of the room. Apparently she gets nose bleeds. Ok, fucking whatever. After she left another teacher or the director should have come in. The ratio of kids to teachers should always remain at 1 to 18. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. It was creepy.
The second school smelled of clorox so strongly that I felt like I was going to pass out. Clean is cool, but toxicity is not. It was so loud. The kids in the three year old class were fighting and the teacher continued to talk to me, without correcting the kids. The other teacher was busy cutting out the shape of Texas in green construction paper. The kids looked dirty and the carpets were filthy.
Plus the director was a fucking bitch. Not all friendly. I can't imagine how a woman with that shitty attitude could want to work with children. Escape, escape, escape.
By this time I needed a fucking break. I came home and did about nothing. For 15 minutes. I couldn't stand to be in my house with it being such a mess and 2 loads of laundry to do. So I left.
Now this is my day off. I was supposed to take off Friday, go to Galveston with Zoe, Sis #1, and my neice and nephew. We were going for a day trip and then Sis #1 would take my neice home and I was going to stay in a posh hotel on the beach with Zoe and her cousin. (the one she calls her brudder). We were going to go to Moody Gardens after. It's a cool museum/tropical paradise setting with all kinds of kid friendly exhibits.
But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I have to take my day off looking at kid concentration camps in 100 degree weather.
Finally I go to look at the third daycare. Zoe's best friend's mom told me she heard it was nice. It's a montisorri school. Shit, I don't even know if I can spell that right - montesorri?
Anyway, I had driven by there the last time we were looking at schools. It was kind of dingy, in a strip mall next to a tai quando school and a dry cleaner. The blinds were all wacked out, and the window tint was purple and weirdish.
But I went because I promised her I'd check it out. I was really surprised. The owner is also the director. She's been there 11 years. It's small but well organized and it didn't smell all weird. The kid/staff ratio is lower, but Zoe's teacher has been there for 11 years. It was quiet, but still fun. She checked it out later that afternoon, and she liked it too. I took Zoe by late afternoon and practically dragged her out of the room. All she could talk about was the indoor sandbox. She stood there for nearly 30 minutes and poured sand in and out of a cup. That made me feel pretty good. The teachers seemed actually glad to see her. They were smiling (not fake) and sweet, although I think the lead instructor will scare Zoe. She's incredibly sensitive. Just like me.
Zoe and her best friend start tomorrow morning. Wish us luck.
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I want to start a pool. I'm betting $20 that Dr. E will not call me tomorrow (7/22). It's a national holiday, and he needs to phone me to celebrate.
I'm sure I'm going to win. He's been too quiet lately.
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I'm really dreading tomorrow. I hope you all know that. I need to sleep.
Must sleep. It's going to be a suck work day tomorrow. I'm very ambivilant (and for christ's sake I can't spell).
Maybe because I'm old as a fucking rock.
Happy P Day, benorbeen.
You and Aimee are cute as a baby's ass.