Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Strike 1.

Yesterday when I picked up the child from her Kohanga, she was very sad about something. Tried to make her happy with glove box butterfly lollies, but it only worked for the duration of the short drive home.

Checked her bag to see what needed to be washed in it and saw nothing had changed. Checked her pull up she had on and it felt heavy. Counted what was in her bag and realized they hadn't checked or changed her all day (6 hours). I ripped it off quickly and was welcomed by a raw rash.

I called Michelle first, which only pee'd her off, then I called the school. They have a roster of when and who is changed and Hubba wasn't on the list - at all. At the end of the conversation, it was assumed that because she was 3 she was trained. In saying that, they have a nearly 4 year old there who isn't. I sent her, out of a pull up, this morning and hope they're more vigilant about asking her if she needs to go.

Several of the workers at the daycare I wanted to send her to said not to bother, that there are alot of ugly politics between management and staff and they'd be out of there if they weren't bonded to the place for a few years so I didn't enroll her there. She's at this one mostly because of convenience.

Ngawi didn't go to daycare. He merged into school life fine without it .. sneaks playing minecraft when he's supposed to be using the calculator on the class iPad, but still likes it.

Today is wacky Wednesday.
I was cornered lastnight and I'm having myself a WW today. Shailahzay doesn't know she's coming too. She'll enjoy it.

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