You Ain't Goin' There, Babe!
So, erm, trying to find a decent daycare provider for you is not much fun and it’s not easy, either. Of course, it’s no fun ‘cause I’d much rather not look in the first place but stay home with you myself. But it’s even less fun because these people are freaks, I tell you, complete freaks!
Papa and I decided to find a homecare provider for you rather than send you to a real daycare centre. This was supposed to be good – it was supposed to be close to our home, run by qualified people, in an enriched environment, etc., etc. Your home away from home, you know. The agency we chose came highly recommended and when I first talked to them way back when, they seemed so great and they sent us the nicest information kit and we thought ok, we’re in business.
Well, and then we applied and things started to be a bit more weird. First they were running late in setting up appointments and then they wanted us to check one out that is at least a 30 minute drive away… Let’s just say we were not impressed, but appointments in our neighbourhood were finally made and we went to the first two over the past weekend.
Place #1 – run by an elderly lady who speaks a bit of English and covers her living room furniture, the room in which you’d be spending most of your time if over my dead body we’d let you go there, in protective plastic covers. Enough said, right? To be polite, we stayed a bit and asked questions and it turns out that she has very few toys and that the ones she does have all fit under the living room couch. It’s not that we’re expecting her to have a toy Hummer just for you or anything, but please! She didn’t even have one single book! Naps are strictly regimented – “everyone naps at 1:00 because I need a break. Just on Mondays, things get messed up a bit because the children loose the routine over the weekend, so they may nap at ten to 1:00”. You could just tell that she was quite put out by that. Anyway, this happens after we specifically said in the registration form that we’re looking for someone flexible who understands that babies have their own schedules sometimes. Yikes. No way you’re going there. Never.
Place #2 – run by a veiled woman who also only speaks a bit of English. She tried to kiss you before we were even inside her house and then physically restrained you from entering her living room because we’d not taken off your sandals. That was nice, too. This room had zero toys, zero, but a big screen TV in it. Who knows what they mean by enriching environment, but surely it must include at least some toys and books? You would think so, but again, there were no books in sight, anywhere. She did have a few more toys than the other one, tucked away somewhere in a hot little room at the back of the house, but we didn’t really care to see them or anything. She also kept trying to pick you up and slobber all over you, even though you made it quite clear that you weren’t into it. Anyway, there’s no way you’re going there, either. Never.
Yikes, Schnuffi! This makes me even sadder at having to find a daycare provider for you. Anyway, on the bright side we have Ilda whose only problem is that she’s a bit further away from us than is convenient and that she’s completely private so there’s no one checking up on her. But she’s nice! She’s got toys! She’s got books! She didn’t try to slobber all over you! She speaks English! She’s got toys and a little kiddie pool in her yard! She personally comes highly recommended! She has awesome references! We liked her! Yeah, so if this agency can’t come up with anything better, then at least we’ve got a place that doesn’t horrify us completely.
Papa and I decided to find a homecare provider for you rather than send you to a real daycare centre. This was supposed to be good – it was supposed to be close to our home, run by qualified people, in an enriched environment, etc., etc. Your home away from home, you know. The agency we chose came highly recommended and when I first talked to them way back when, they seemed so great and they sent us the nicest information kit and we thought ok, we’re in business.
Well, and then we applied and things started to be a bit more weird. First they were running late in setting up appointments and then they wanted us to check one out that is at least a 30 minute drive away… Let’s just say we were not impressed, but appointments in our neighbourhood were finally made and we went to the first two over the past weekend.
Place #1 – run by an elderly lady who speaks a bit of English and covers her living room furniture, the room in which you’d be spending most of your time if over my dead body we’d let you go there, in protective plastic covers. Enough said, right? To be polite, we stayed a bit and asked questions and it turns out that she has very few toys and that the ones she does have all fit under the living room couch. It’s not that we’re expecting her to have a toy Hummer just for you or anything, but please! She didn’t even have one single book! Naps are strictly regimented – “everyone naps at 1:00 because I need a break. Just on Mondays, things get messed up a bit because the children loose the routine over the weekend, so they may nap at ten to 1:00”. You could just tell that she was quite put out by that. Anyway, this happens after we specifically said in the registration form that we’re looking for someone flexible who understands that babies have their own schedules sometimes. Yikes. No way you’re going there. Never.
Place #2 – run by a veiled woman who also only speaks a bit of English. She tried to kiss you before we were even inside her house and then physically restrained you from entering her living room because we’d not taken off your sandals. That was nice, too. This room had zero toys, zero, but a big screen TV in it. Who knows what they mean by enriching environment, but surely it must include at least some toys and books? You would think so, but again, there were no books in sight, anywhere. She did have a few more toys than the other one, tucked away somewhere in a hot little room at the back of the house, but we didn’t really care to see them or anything. She also kept trying to pick you up and slobber all over you, even though you made it quite clear that you weren’t into it. Anyway, there’s no way you’re going there, either. Never.
Yikes, Schnuffi! This makes me even sadder at having to find a daycare provider for you. Anyway, on the bright side we have Ilda whose only problem is that she’s a bit further away from us than is convenient and that she’s completely private so there’s no one checking up on her. But she’s nice! She’s got toys! She’s got books! She didn’t try to slobber all over you! She speaks English! She’s got toys and a little kiddie pool in her yard! She personally comes highly recommended! She has awesome references! We liked her! Yeah, so if this agency can’t come up with anything better, then at least we’ve got a place that doesn’t horrify us completely.
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