Hmm. That Was Interesting.

Due to some changes away from the home office having to do with time, I was getting set to talk to Day Care Lady and tell her I was moving both the girls to Monkey’s new dayschool full time. I figured that she would be sad, but she has been pretty adamant that her day ends at 4:45 p.m.

She said she wants the girls still to come. She will accommodate my new, later, hours.

To say I am surprised would be an understatement. I had been dreading the conversation because of how things had gone last time we talked about moving our children from DCL’s.

Somewhat related tangent: I will say, things are calmer these days at DCL’s. She only has six kids on any given day, and most of them are under 5 years old. The children are often at “table time” when I get there, or DCL is reading to them. I’m sure they are still getting more television than I would like, but seeing as they are getting more TV at home than I am happy about (note to Mother Nature: need warmer weather soon), I can’t call that kettle.

Back to the point: DCL simply said she would hate to lose me because of time. I will not be getting to her place before 5:05 p.m., and I warned her that I may be asked to stay later with no notice (there’s a new sheriff in town), putting me at her place around 5:30. She said fine. We’d see how it goes.

I suspect two things: 1. She has genuine love and affection for my children, especially my Bun, whom she has full time during the week. 2. She would be taking a big hit in the wallet if both my girls went elsewhere. I think both those things weigh on her equally.

She also asked me about this summer, and I realized I had no idea what I was going to do. Monkey finishes pre-school sometime in May. My first instinct is to keep her at her dayschool (which is just fancy for day care) for three days a week, because she’ll be back there when school at St. J’s resumes.

I also realized that when school resumes in the fall, that Monkey will be going three days instead of two. So I wonder if I should change her to those three days (M-W-F) at the dayschool this summer.

Who knew all these decisions would have to be made when kids started school? Not me. Jeez louise.

I will say this: when Bun starts preschool, I’m moving everyone to the dayschool full-time. That’s not for another 18 months.

Also? Everything is subject to change without notice.

Finally? The first time DCL b*tches about what time I get to her house, I’m out of there. I have enough stress in my life without grief from someone, who — let’s face it — I employ.

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Random note: I forgot my cell phone when I went to work yesterday. Although I don’t use my cell a lot, I like to have it “just in case”. Plus, DearDR gets uber frustrated when he can’t reach me easily.

So when I got home, and after the kids were in bed, I called it from the landline. I could hear it ringing, very muffled, but I couldn’t find it. I wandered around the first floor. It seemed to be in the kitchen. Maybe I was hearing it through Bun’s monitor. I wandered upstairs. Nope, I couldn’t even hear it upstairs.

Back to the kitchen. I just stood there listening. I checked a couple of cabinets. Nope.

Finally it dawned on me where it was. I had put it in a bag with leftovers from dinner next door Sunday night.

It was in the refrigerator, right on top of the tortellini. I felt like a genius, let me tell you.

3 thoughts on “Hmm. That Was Interesting.

  1. @cell phone story, it could be worse. you could have put it in the dishwasher or laundry basket (destined for the washing machine). i’ve never done that, i swear! *cough* but i hear it can be devastating 😉

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