Whew. Friday at last. It hasn’t been necessarily a bad week, just a busy one.
We bought a new kitchen sink and faucet and it was installed today. Stressful. Two guys show up this morning right on time (that never happens!) so I was excited. They come in and get to work. I’m upstairs with Garrett and the dog hanging out. I see them take the old sink out and get the new one out of the box and get it all ready. Then they all of a sudden start measuring. And measuring. And measuring. I was terrified of what that meant. The guy that came out originally to measure assured me that I had a standard size sink existing and that the one I picked out would be fine. They came back in and I heard a hacksaw (they had to trim just a bit off my countertops … do you know how nerve-wracking that made me?). Then they go back outside. And I hear one of them say to the other, “this is going to take three hours. Ridiculous.” And he leaves in a huff. No joke. Leaves his partner here (they had driven separately at least). The other guy comes right back in. And gets back to work. He gets everything pretty well done but the last bit of hooking all the plumbing back up. I hear him go outside and start his truck. He’s leaving! With my sink still in pieces and no warning as to where he’s going. Then I hear the crash. Yeah, he gets into an accident leaving my driveway … there’s a house being built two doors down and one of their workers was leaving and they hit each other. Oh. My. Gosh. This is how my morning went, lol. I’m talking to my husband on the phone when the crash happened and I actually said to him, “I couldn’t make any of this up if I tried.” I thought it was never going to get done. But it did. And it looks gorgeous. And I’m happy!
That was the excitement for today.
Earlier the week was not as amusing though. We’ve come to another crossroads in the daycare argument. I don’t know if I ever blogged about this in much detail. Back in April I was on jury duty and was extremely frustrated and we made the choice to put Garrett on daycare lists. In July a spot opened up. We made an appointment to go visit the center and determine if it was the right fit for us. They called me on Friday, our appointment was on Tuesday. I thought everything was going great, until my in-laws got hold of my husband and swayed his decision and then he decided it wasn’t time. Um, hello? So we turned the spot down and said we would re-apply when we were ready. No big deal. Right now I work anywhere from 2-4 days a week. Of those days, my in-laws watch him one and my 72-year-old grandmother watch him the other days. Back in July my in-laws assured me that they would step up and take on more days in order to keep him out of daycare. My grandmother told me the same thing because she didn’t want him put in just yet either. Want to guess what happens? My grandmother steps up to the plate … my in-laws don’t. Surprise, surprise. My in-laws cancelled twice on me in August. And already once this month. I. Am. Furious. And I’m really irritated because do you know what happens when I don’t have a babysitter? You guessed it, I can’t work! I’m lucky that I work for my dad and that I can pretty well pick and choose which days I work in order to fit my babysitters’ schedules. Except for Thursday, I have to work every Thursday because that’s payroll day. Want to guess what day my in-laws always have? Thursday! I told my husband that they are not being reliable enough for me, I can’t have them cancel on me all the time when it’s the one day every week that I have to work. We are still on the list for two other centers in town, I told my husband that whichever one calls first we will go and visit and if it’s the right fit we will place him. No questions asked. I can’t deal with this anymore.
And really, it’s a bad situation. I have to rely on people for childcare. Whether it’s family or a daycare center, I will always have to rely on someone. But daycares are more reliable. And I feel like it’s just asking way too much of my grandmother and in-laws to watch him. My mother-in-law still works; Wednesday, Thursday and every other Friday are her only days off. I feel bad having to ask them to stay at home each and every Thursday. I know it’s asking a lot of them when they are so limited as to when they can do things. And that’s why I feel bad about it and don’t feel like it’s a good fit for us anymore. When he was so little I didn’t want him in daycare. But now he’s almost 16 months. He’s walking. He wants interaction with other children. I don’t feel so apprehensive about placing him anymore. I know he will be fine and that he’s old enough that he will show signs to me if he doesn’t like where he goes.
But I guess what I’m really pissed off about is the fact that I let other people sway my decision regarding my child. That can’t happen. I don’t necessarily mind family advice. But I feel like my in-laws overstepped a big line and meddled. And I’m pissed off at myself for letting it happen. Right now my husband is on my side, but I made it very clear to him that this will never happen again. Garrett is our child. And we will make the decisions from now on … with no family intervention whatsoever.
Ugh.
Well, I have a lot more I could say, but nap-time is over. Look for a review in the next couple days as well as a Mailbox Monday next week 🙂
Have a great weekend!!
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