Last night at 12:30 I woke up to the sound of gnawing.
Gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw chew smack.
It was a rodent in our attic.
I’ll spare you the disgust and revulsion I acted out in the wee hours. Instead, I’ll talk about how I was awake until 1:30AM, paranoid that the rodent would chew through the ceiling and land on my head, and then obsessing over my problems with the daycare.
Needless to say, I had to deal with this situation, so I called DayLady this morning and made peace. As it turns out, she was just as upset as I was, but it was I who had to take the first step towards reconciliation. (For another post, why is it always ME?)
At least now she actually has policies. As a result of this fiasco, she drew up a daycare policy handbook that she is giving to all the parents next week. I am very happy about this, since all decisions thus far have been “whatever you want, Kim.” I am good with rules. Rules make me happy. And I will suck it up if the rules mean I have to suck it up.
Kyle – who is fever-free and raring to go – is going back to daycare today for half of the day. Poor kid – he’s so bored stuck at home.
Wow, I dont read for a few days and I come to find this.
I dont have any daycare lady advice but I will say that it is good you talked to her and if you start to not LOVE Her find a new daycare person you love.
Oh, I’d totally be awake worried about a giant rat landing on my head also – EEEEK!! And glad to hear the daycare situation is all better. I e-mailed you my e-mail (that sounds strange) … let me know if you don’t get it. Mamalife Lisa.