I like to take things a step at a time. I like to have things organized, in a row, one after another. I like lists, and sanitizing wipes, and piles. Having things sorted out makes me happy.
That is why I always thought that approaching this whole “back to work” issue should go in steps. 1. Find suitable child care. 2. Look for a job. 3. Get a job. 4. Go back to work. Good, sounds like a plan. So let’s start with item number 1. Break it down. Where to begin? First, put word out to community that I am looking for childcare. Done. Second, check out local day care centers, starting with the low-cost version available to college faculty. Take deep breath, open door, commence tour.
With great emotion I headed to this day care center. There are two on campus, one of which is a “lab school” for the students who are majoring in child development and related topics. It has a great reputation so I tried to make an appointment to tour it but it turns out it’s under investigation for child abuse. Nice. So this morning I went to the other one, the one for students’ children. I was told that I could put Kyle on the waiting list and if a spot opened up that a student did not need, then the waiting list would be considered. Fine. Give me the tour.
It was adorable and clean and filled with perky assistants and teachers and much cuteness everywhere. It’s a 2 minute walk from Stewart’s office. It’s really cheap for us. I loved it. So I called Stewart on my way home and bawled my eyes out.
I don’t want to go back to work. I don’t want to leave my child with strangers. I don’t want him to have to be potty trained by someone else. I don’t want it I don’t want it I don’t want it!
But our money will run out. That’s the truth. We actually decided to give up Tivo to stretch our dollars a little bit more. We only decided, we haven’t done anything about it yet. I mean, it is smack in the middle of American Idol season 5. And speaking of that, can anyone tell me (Cam) why they don’t just let Paula drink during the show? Why should she have to pour her gin down her throat before the show and slur her words during the taping? It would be so much more entertaining to watch her talk to the contestants while sloshing a martini glass around a la Carrie Bradshaw yelling at Big about how emotionally unavailable he is. She would splash Simon and Randy in the faces with her drink, getting them drunk too. Hell, give us all a martini, and Stevie Wonder’s songs getting butchered by too-blonde country singers would entertain even us.