Day Care 1

We visited a day care today. It was our first one. My reaction?

I wish I did not have to work.

Not that there was anything really wrong with this place, I think I am going to feel this way about anywhere I visit. Because it won't be me, and it won't be home.

One thing that is really going to piss me off, one thing that I know I am not going to get, is the continuing use of cloth diapers, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.

"It's just too hard," she said.

Begin rant:
And I don't understand it.
I know that there are many kids there whose diapers need to be changed, but I don't see what is so much harder about it, especially if I switch to all-in-ones for during the day. You change the diaper, you throw it in the garbage. You change the diaper, you throw it in the wet bag. Ta da! What's the big difference? She said that there were three other families who cloth diaper, but they all switch to disposables for day care. See now, if those three families, and other families like us started insisting, could we do something about this?

Everything else is "up to you." It's how you want it done. Well, this choice is just like all my others. It's there for a reason, and if a day care is going to follow my other parenting choices, why is this one so hard to get through their skulls? I am paying them, after all. They don't have to do laundry.

I just don't get it.

End rant.

I came home and started poking around on the internet for resources. This is something one normally does in their third trimester, like finding a pediatrician, so I am doing it in my third trimester of stay-at-home care. Our boy needs a surrogate home from 7:30 a.m. until 5:00 p.m.

I wish he didn't.

p.s. The child care center that is associated with our work has a sixteen month waiting list. To get Finn in on June 1, I would have had to apply during my first trimester. To get him in for December, when he would have needed it had he been born in September, I would have had to apply four months before I got pregnant.