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Tuesday, January 8, 2008

I can watch my own kids!

I don't know what is going on today. Is the moon in the wrong hemisphere or what? Maybe my sign is aligned wrong... or, instead of being so worldly and cosmic, it could just be that I shouldn't have gotten up late and missed my prayer time.

So, guess what else has happened?

My 4-year-old had an accident at daycare. The sitter calls and says she told him she was going to call me and that he was going home. HUH?

Truthfully, I have heard her mention this in passing in the past about having parents pick up children who have an accident in her clothes, but aren't I (technically: their father) paying for her to care for my children?

After getting home after 11 a.m. this morning (from dropping the two middle children off) it took me more than two hours to get the baby situated and down for a nap. She was being sooo naughty today, but that's another story. I finally delve into some paperwork, try to finish a job application and was about to do a paid post when she calls.

It's 4 p.m.

I was going to start dinner at 4:30, pick up the oldest child's prescription at 5 and do a myriad of other things before I left to pick them up. I had to stop what I was doing to go get them.

I was so angry!

It's not like he was sick or hurt or something. I mean: She's getting paid to take care of them, right? So what if that includes tasks, duties or something unpleasant. I can just keep them home and take care of them myself.


Uh... hello? Right?

Well, let me know what you think.

BTW: She wasn't there when I picked them up and her assistant/mom said she would have changed him, but he didn't have extra clothes or something. There have been other times when children didn't have extra clothes and they worked something out. I should also mention that he didn't just urinate on himself; he put a little package in his pants as well. So, when she/the mom said for me to bring clothes, in my anger I say, "I don't know if they're going to be back..."


Okay, I await your tongue lashing.
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