Daycare Dilemma: I Have No Idea What I’m Doing With My Three-Year-Old This Summer.

Apr 11, 2014 by

I have been remiss in not getting back to a few of you who left comments for me somewhat recently.  No real excuse except for the usual busy-ness.  It’s on my list, I promise.

Nothing profound in this week’s post.  Just an attempt to crowd-source a solution to a child care issue headed my way this summer:

Right now, I drive my kids to two separate schools each morning.  I have a toddler in a private daycare, and a preschooler in a public school program supplemented with a paid after-school program.  The entire drop-off process probably takes about a half hour to forty minutes, but that doesn’t include the time it takes me in the morning to get them ready and get myself ready.  Sometimes I just get them ready and out the door, do the drop-off, then go back home to shower and start my day.  Not the most efficient use of time, I know, but sleep has been an issue, especially with a toddler who still night-nurses.  We’re working on transitioning her out of our bed and into a cot in our room.

Supermom’s Handbag

Jan 23, 2014 by

I recently began a little ritual at my office.  It starts by me walking to the bathroom 5 minutes before quittin’ time, and, ends with me wearing jeans and sensible shoes.  But a little background first.  A few weeks ago, we were expecting a snow storm to snarl and basically turn the evening commute home into a giant traffic jam.  Expecting that the kids’ daycare would have an early dismissal, I packed a pair of jeans in my handbag (and no, no, no, NOT mom jeans)  before leaving home, with the intention of changing out of my dressy work pants and into jeans and boots to tromp through the snow in the parking lot later that day.  Well, sure enough, my Mom ESP was spot on, and I had to leave work early to pick up the Twosome.  In fine Clark Kent fashion, I marched off to the ladies’ room, changed out of my work outfit, and into my jeans and trusty Sorel snow boots in preparation for the trek home.

A Kiss Goodbye

Jan 9, 2014 by

I’ll never forget the first day I dropped my son off at daycare.  He was fast asleep in his car seat- the 10 minute drive from home to daycare knocked him out cold.  I leaned in and kissed his cuddled up face and left him in the hands of his caregivers.  I didn’t lose it right there, but I did about 30 seconds after pulling out of the parking lot.  I cried pretty much all the way up 84 East to my office in Hartford.

Drop offs improved from there on out (for me, not Jake).  Jake could not be happier around a room full of other tiny babies.  One thing that did not change was that big fat kiss I would plant on his baby forehead before I left for work.  As he got older, I would give that same big kiss, and now he would reciprocate, along with a huge hug from a tiny little toddler boy.

10 Reasons I Love Daycare

Dec 23, 2013 by

After having my first child I was absolutely racked with guilt and filled with anxiety about going back to work. I tried to talk my underemployed musician/doctoral student husband into the idea that we could afford me staying home. I even went so far as to create a spreadsheet which just showed me how impossible it really was. I had the full time job, I carried the insurance. It just wasn’t going to happen.  Luckily for me, it turned out the anticipation was so much worse than the actual going back was.

How My Second Kid Changed My Career for the Better (But Not Without Some Initial Drama)

Sep 13, 2013 by

Featured:  Hostile Takeover.

Featured: Hostile Takeover.  [image credit: M. Dunn]

 

This article caught my attention this week.  It instantly resonated with me, because I actually do believe that my second child “hosed” my career, in a manner of speaking.

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