Late one night a few weeks ago, I got a text message from our daycare lady telling me that she was having a ‘family situation’ and wouldn’t be able to watch Ezra the next day. It turned out her husband had kicked her out of the house? And she was staying at a friend’s house? And she’d be getting her own place soon? But she could still keep watching her daycare kids?
Yeahhhh. After a couple conversations and some weird, vaguely unsettling behavior, I figured this crazy drama isn’t anything I want my precious wittle baby around and he hasn’t been back since.
It’s been a loooong few weeks.
I’ve tried looking for other options, but it seems everything is either crappy or ridiculously expensive. $1100/mo for part-time at the fancy montessori preschool I like? Not gonna happen. Some lady with a craigslist post stating ‘I have safe home we r learning ABC,I also have rely good prices call ME thakns’? Also not gonna happen.
So for the foreseeable future, I’m back to doing the full-time work-from-home-while-trying-to-take-care-of-a-toddler thing. I’m really bad at it, in case you were wondering. My job has gotten way more busy and filled with painfully long conference calls. And Ezra is way too awesome and fun to have much tolerance for a mama who tries to sit in front of the computer for longer than 10 minutes. We’re both going a little crazy, and I’m going to be buried under the weight of my To Do list any second now.
My brain is so fried from everything else going on that I haven’t even had a chance to think about how this is going to work long-term. One day at a time, that’s all I can deal with.