Crazy Daycare

I just got done dropping my children off at daycare when one of the mothers rushed up to me in urgency. She looked like she had been crying and looked ready to murder someone. "You'd better find a new daycare for the girls and fast because they are closing the school age room"...she informs me.

Oh. Crap.

This is not good because Alex will be making the switch in a mere 4 weeks. The more I thought about it on my way to school, the more unhappy I became. And it is only one hr later as I write this and I cannot concentrate.

Because now things will have to change, and I do NOT do well with change. Alex is looking forward to kindergarten and she would have been easily dropped off at daycare in the morning, been bused to school from there, and bused back after school. Her time would have been spent in the school age room, with all of the other children that go to school K-6th grade. Aliyah is in the Pre-1 room, which means she still have 2 yrs to go until she would make that switch.

Alex will be devastated. No...that's not right. Simply crushed. And she'll have to not only deal with making new friends at school, and starting a new routine there, but also fitting in at a new daycare and trying to figure stuff out there.

Not to mention Aliyah. Do we switch them both? I'm not keen on putting them in two different spots or even separating them. I'm just so frustrated right now, it sucks.

Just wait until Ben hears about this...he'll find a lovely email from me when he gets to work and it'll ruin his day as well.

I Love Vacation!

As a working mom, I absolutely LOVE vacation. Whether it's going somewhere fun or just plain staying home, I enjoy every minute of it. Every year I take the week of the fourth of July off and so does Ben. We typically stay home and do fun stuff like shopping, eating out, yard work, swimming in the pool and strawberry picking. It's becoming somewhat of a tradition to do all of this stuff and then Ben's parents always come over for the fourth and we watch the fireworks from our backyard. This year was no different and the girls had a blast. Come the end of the week, they were really worn out from all of the fun and excitement, plus staying up past 10. I have never seen Miss Aliyah so crabby and touchy as she was on Friday morning. She must have had 10 meltdowns by lunchtime that day and she took a three hour nap in the afternoon. By Sunday she was back to normal and even went to bed at 7.

The reason I love vacation is because I don't think about work or have to worry about it. But THIS year, all I could think of was work because it was my coworker of 8 years last week at Star. I was sad just thinking about it and called him a few times just to say hey. Being back at work now is weird and I totally refused to look in his cube knowing it would be empty and bare. I even lost sleep a few nights thinking about it. The worst part about coming back is know that eventually his spot will be filled but that hasn't happened yet. So that means more work for me and Gabe, who is taking on the brunt of most of his work. Mostly by default because I was gone all week, so he got everything dumped into his lap.

So even though it was a great vacation, it was bittersweet. I just wonder who the next innocent victim will be to take over that position. Welcome to Star, phantom person. It will be one helluva ride!