I do well if I get on here once a week now…but that is better than I was doing up until the last month!
Yesterday my 3 year old came in feverish and sore. She had a bladder infection that had not been treated as she didn’t want to go to the doctor the night before. Really?? who is the boss anyway?
By noon I had filled and refilled her cup, and jumped when she spoke one too many times. Her tylenol was wearing off and she began to cry w/out a break. I called her home and nobody answered. They had dropped her off at 8:30 and Dad isn’t working these days so I knew he was around somewhere. NO response! By 2 I was insane with the crying! I called the house again and got the Dad. When I told him the problem he responded “Oh yeah, her mom can pick her up as she is just out shopping. She doesn’t work until later today and then closes tonight.”
I was not happy. They left the baby until later- 5:55. The moment their car drove out I hopped in the shower. As the warm water streamed over me I thought “nobody can use you unless you let them” and immediately got mad at “me”. Time to put my foot down methinks.
Today she is feeling great and we have done playdoh, made a windsock cat for Hallowe’en out of a black garbage bag and practiced cutting which involves a foodstore flyer and a paper shopping cart. We will practice the letters a and b and read books and sing songs. Oddly enough the child had never painted, did playdoh or used glue or scissors before! I have heard it said that some children are better off in childcare…maybe in some cases this is true. If for nothing else socialization and preschool is good for her. I only have her bi weekly so it is slow progress and I try to fit lots in a short period.
My life has always been busy but it has even become more accelerated. I have one evening off this week and that is this one. Tony mentioned I may want to go out…I don’t think so! I am out every other night, I want to STAY at home!
I opened the doors to my childcare officially on Sept. 19. Almost a month has passed. I have had lots of joys and lots of sorrows. Yesterday I observed police, ambulances and then eventually the coroner drive by our home towards the dead end which results in an open pit mine. A man in his mid fifties was found dead as a result of a heart attack. Nobody has been in and out of that road except for the security so it possibly is that dear soul. We had a phone call from a friend who had heard an ambulance was dispatched to this road. My friend cautiously asked where my husband was. He had gone to visit his Dad and had called when he arrived there so thankfully I could report to my friend all was well with us.
So I opened my door with Zayne- a walking nine month old! The next week his big sister joined us as they have shared custody and she is only with her mom bi-weekly. Then Jackson- almost a year spent three days with me getting used to the daycare as he will start fulltime Nov. 01 while Zayne goes back to two days a week due to his dad not getting the work he was promised. Sigh…that is running a business for yourself.
Then last week Cole came in- he is a year today and walking. What a sweet little spirit he is! So today it is just Cole and me. We have read books, played with the Little People and now he is down for his nap. I have a pan of yummy delicious squares in the oven as there is a visitor coming to our church tomorrow evening and we are having a “dessert” night.
I struggle with being home alone with kids all day. It will get better as I rearrange my time and find what I can do while I have the children. I am one of those “guilty” people though and feel just that way if I am doing anything besides working. Yesterday I had three little boys here and we had a great day but by 5:50 I was a tad stir crazy! The first child comes in at 7:15 so it is a long day.
On an entirely different subject- why are men and women such polar opposites?? It was time to replace our vehicle, slipping our 05 Jetta to the status of second car. It has had a few problems and the odometer reads 312,000 km.. She owes us nothing! Tony really wanted a truck so we started doing the process of procuring a truck. Do we get a truck with a small back seat or do we get a family car? Well We have a family car that still works well enough for around town. We opted for the truck. Did I want a truck? no…but I didn’t NOT want a truck either. I really could care less but since all I have heard is “truck, truck, truck” I was willing to go that route. Now because I don’t say that it is “my” truck he is wishing we never got the truck! Men and their complexities! Can we not say the truck is ours? Do I have to say that I really wanted a truck? Can I not say I wanted a truck because it really suited our life style at the moment? Do I have to say I like trucks? hehehe! So off he went to work with a broken nose because I don’t “LOVE the truck”! It is a nice little Nissan Frontier- black just like he wanted…
Isn’t marriage fun?